Lift me up to the sky by the notes
Oh, flute by your captivating melodious tunes
Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
A lifeless journey is becoming meaningless
Let ears be the witness that it heard flawless
Beat your drums very hard on the sadness
And let this mind shed all its madness
Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
Let the salty tears flow in rhythm
Let the eyes shed its entire burden
Let the neck move sideways at random
Make different pitches by using trombone
Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
I don't care whether you're near or far
So long as I hear a song on guitar
Our childhood days I always remember
Running after butterflies or playing synthesizer
Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
When life plays with me Odle ay ee oo
My mind demands to hear Didge rid oo
Oh the cuckoos, O Nightingale come to my concert
We shall play tonight violin and trumpet
Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
Cicada, cockroach and cricket
Let us have a singing competition
Select your song and select your instruments
Banjo, bassoon, tuba, bagpipes, lute or clarinet
Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
Look at the sky and see those stars
They are strangers and they are far
In the restless nights they play for me on sitar
I sing with them by playing my guitar
Sing to my body and sing to my soul...
Ode to music - so sweet and divine. Let us hear only the melodious spiritual music.....top stars for this lovely musical poem, dear Asim ji
Ever so heart warming, ever so beautiful this enchanting melody flows! .. Again with such breathtaking beauty, heart and soul! .. Awesome! .. Definite 5 Stars! ...+++++
1) The angklung is missing here, but so many instruments mentioned, lovely performances to complete the Ode to Music. As far as I remember the Didge rid oo sounds at festivals in Down Under, man ought to be strong musscled in
DJ have musical ears....to listen and appreciate..this ode is one to be aprreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a music lover too, dear Asim Sir, love to play the piano and the ukelele, have learned to play ukelele when I was four from my Dad. Fantastic Ode you wrote, Asim Sir, it is fantstic and crystal clear and never a blurr