In your embrace, my whole being is graceful,
Like the Ganges drapes the mountains, I am yours,
With the resplendent rising Sun, I come looking for you,
My feet have their own will; they only follow your eternal flute,
I know not when I sit on the ground, still as a stone,
Listening to your footsteps, coming nearer and nearer,
Till sound is light, mind is light, body is light, all is light,
bright burning white,
You embrace me like a delicate flower crushed to unleash its
essence,
Its very fragrance… |
| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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