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 honey water,
That He gave me to drink;
MyKoul, This is something special for you,
The Saqi 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,
Adds to my treasure of Irfan;
That's the grace of Gracious God,
And only that I want;
The Great Revelator is my real guru,
My true guide! My true teacher.
Who else can guide me to Him?
MyKoul
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