Touching the strings of love's lute,
come these melodies of mine...
They have the sound of life's flow -
the intimate heat and glory of love!
These aren't the creations of my own,
The lute player resides within me,
He places his songs twined in the sound...
To see if I can get what he means to convey;
Listening these melodies with my eyes,
I contemplate their hidden meaning,
Love is life; life is love;
I know that these echoing melodies
are...
the great creation of my lord for my pleasure,
That possess the lustre of the song of love;
An ordinary listener I am not,
As gift I have got these ears from my lord:
In these melodies of mine,
Concealed is my original ecstasy...
That I experienced before coming to this cruel world.
MyKoul
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