The lark stops his silvery twittering,
When he has seen his Beloved,
He falls calm and quite, once he viewshis Beloved,
Just as fall silent the roaring brooks,
When they join the expansive ocean,
O boisterous soul, you too will stop your resonance,
When you fall in the ocean of light,
When it happens, you will be calmed for ever.
Mykoul
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