O questing the bees, ...
... what seek you in your buzzing?
They replied me honestly:
...we are the hopes of lovers...
...and here our beloved lives...
... in the beautiful flowers...
...fragrant and full of nectar...
...we inhale the fragrance and...
...suck in the nectar...
...we are the divine singers...
...who all the while sing his name...
...to cheer the soul's ear of the divine lovers...
...remind them of the God's word...
...resonating all the time in the garden;
Behind our singing is the creative voice...
...hiding in beauty, fragrance and nectar of roses;
Yet, all too soon the bees disappeared,
There came to prevail complete stillness...
...which was broken by jingling of bells,
And so, on hearing the jingling...
...the lovers set out for searching...
...some trace of the camel, and find...
...the bell is jingling in the heart.
Mykoul
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To see the hopes of lovers in honeybees... to visit the beloved's residence in a flower... this is indeed a blessed vision. You evoke the stages of our journey in search of this vision. The camel and the honeybee both live to serve the beloved. Five stars!