The music of the Great Musician resonates in me;
I drink the wine of music, but I don't lose my sobriety;
Saqi, who distributes the wine, says...
...I can give you barrels of wine to drink in my bar;
I drink cup after cup but, still, I remain sober;
It unfolded the book of knowledge, preserved in me;
Saqi's next gift was to give me honey water to drink;
'This is something special for you, MyKoul', he says;
The streams of wisdom started flowing in me;
The Honeyd Name I hear with my heart's ears;
And so I drink the honey water, without taking a pause;
Every word of wisdom that descends on me...
...to my treasure of Irfan adds;
That's the grace of Gracious God, and only that I want;
The Great Revelator is my real guru, my true guide!
Who else can guide me to Him?
MyKoul
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