Mystic Music.-Written After Attending A Concert Of Sufi Music - Poem by Margery Rehman
The dohl beats softly
The nay lets flow a plaintive sound
Gentle strains of sarangi
Accompany the voices
That sing in praise of the divine.
Slowly, meditatively at first
The tempo marks the journey of the soul.
The beat weaves an intricate fugue.
The music speeds, transports.
Singers gyrate in ecstasy.
'O Hafis, O Rumi, O Khusrao,
As I sing thy words
Fill me with thy spirit
That I may be led to find
That state of bliss where I am whole
In perfect union with my beloved.'
While the dancers
Spin within the greater circle
Round and round, faster and faster
Until-euphoric they fall
The singers declaim
'I see the truth
I am one with my beloved.
He courses through my veins.'
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