log sarangi aur veena bajatay kehtay hai
Main apnay khayal bol kar kehta hoon
music main vo kuch bhi khoj nahin pata
vo khojta hai jo usay mehsoos hota hai
lafzon ka matalb bhaari hota hai
aur agar en ko theek samaj sako
to ye batatay hain duniya kaya hai
jis main hum rehtay hain
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Others narrate with lyres and harps
I tell with my though.
For he finds nothing, who through music
Finds only what he feels.
Words weigh more which carefully meaured
Say that the world exists.
-Fernando Pessoa
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