Birds Of Joy

The reservoir overflows,

The flood it brings is joyful,

A note unheard, a nameless scent,

A taste never savoured before,

A touch experience beyond the flesh

All at once it floods the plain, destroying every bit of land,

And the gigantic city of minds melts like a grain of sand,

The reservoir overflows and the birds of joy stare on.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof