When leaves rustle
Birds flutter in breeze
And I move my body
In the rhythm of Ibada*
In the warmth of cosmic ties
Every being
In an utmost serenity
In the same
Mood, move and rhythm
With its musical cadence
Then poetry also takes its part
That's cosmic dance for me
Note: Ibada is an Arabic term for divine prayer
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