Let's take our inner self for a walk;
Show it the fresh morning and bright sunshine;
Let's make it relish the melodious music of
The mountain brook;
And let it watch the morning singing birds;
Hymning the praise of Great God;
Let's show it the spring emitting the fragrance
In the willow groves;
O! then let's take it down to the fathomless sea;
Where the brooks in the end go;
I know it is in need of music that would flow
With melody, sweet, deep, clear, and liquid-slow;
Oh, the healing tunes, high and low, of the divine song
Give life to the dead tired;
Let's make our self hear the music of the waterfall;
That falls from the heaven on our head;
There is a magic made by melody of the waterfall:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool heart!
That finds stillness in the the roaring sea!
MyKoul
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