I need the flute
like a shepherd needs it to produce fire,
In his heart when he is alone,
Roaming with villagers' flocks,
In meadows and on moors,
The fire he needs to warm up his soul,
As he remembers his beloved waiting for him,
The flute enriches me with divine music,
Like life is enriched by light of the day,
Like a hermit is enriched by a night with full moon,
It enriches my longing for transcendence,
To go back to my spiritual state,
The flute delivers me from ignorance,
It brings me out of darkness to light,
They think I claim to be a faqir:
Yes, I am the faqir
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here music has a sacred and powerful meaning. Yes, the flute; an instrument that goes back hundreds of years. One of the oldest musical instruments in the world. I think you did fairly well here with this poem.