Open your heart's eyes, rejoice!
Hear: the divine voice,
How it swells the soul!
The eternal voice echoing,
In the world and the heart mine,
Tells me about the flutist,
Fluting from behind the veil;
When my glances permeated the veil,
I found, the flute was under my lips,
I was playing the flute to my own soul,
In that moment, I heard my own sweet voice,
Doing the zikar of Allah Hu.
Mykoul
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