From His Branch on Sacred Tree, the Nightingale sings
His most Melodious Tune at Break of Day.
In the garden, Ridvan, flowers are pleased
And winds become breeze when the Celestial Bird appears,
It's Holy Vibrations touching travelers on garden-path;
And a traveler drawn to the Nightingale's Sweet-Song,
With heart pure and free, is transformed!
But, if no traveler be, song would be as sweet,
Being, its own confirmation!
Thursday, January 2, 2003