Of cord and wood is the musician's harp made:
Within it lie heavenly resonating melodies,
Heavenly melodies—soft and sweet!
But, not appealing to mystics' taste of heart,
When the harper drops the hammer, striker, or bow,
The musical notes stop filling our ears...
...with heavenly tones of peace, harmony, and eternity;
But the sound that comes from the cordless harp,
Never fades, falters, or stops;
A mystic loves to hear its heavenly tones...
Day and night, without any break;
He doesn't neglect to listen it with his heart and soul,
Because he himself is the all time sounding harp,
His sole love is listening to his own music
To live in peace, harmony, and symphony
Mykoul
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Let music soak the spirit of the listeners. Very touchy poem. Eid Mubarak Younus jii.