Music, though so subtle,
Yet it fills my head and heart,
Keeps me awake in the quiet time.
When it penetrates deep inside,
I withdraw from the outside world,
As if drawn inward, beyond my will.
People search for peace in quiet stillness,
But for me, each night hums like a hive of bees—
Their music fills the stillness,
And I become a quiet listener
Through the silent hours.
The bees' hum lulls me to sleep, even in wakefulness.
Their melody keeps me silent in the divine presence.
I chase this mystic sound, which calms my restless soul,
Their song wrapping me softly, like a Shahtoosh shawl.
The bees' music draws me away from Satan's path,
Steadying me, keeping me sane, reminding me of the verse:
'O believers! Seek comfort in patience and prayer.
Allah is truly with those who are patient.'
And I listen to the long, enduring Hu, patiently—
A hymn connecting me to the divine name.
This eternal sound of the sacred name
Brings spiritual ecstasy, day after day.
As I listen, divine wisdom descends upon me—
Let me rest where the divine name never ceases.
MyKoul
Interpretation and analysis
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