Poem XLVII

I. 102. tarvar ek mûl vin thâdâ

There is a strange tree, which stands without roots and bears
  fruits without blossoming;
It has no branches and no leaves, it is lotus all over.
Two birds sing there; one is the Guru, and the other the
  disciple:
The disciple chooses the manifold fruits of life and tastes them,
  and the Guru beholds him in joy.
What Kabîr says is hard to understand: "The bird is beyond
  seeking, yet it is most clearly visible. The Formless is in
  the midst of all forms. I sing the glory of forms."