Let the lovers listen...
To the melodious flute notes,
A soul is needed to listen to the flute;
Without listening these sweet notes...
We can't know the secret hidden;
Without listening graciously...
We can't know who sounds the mystic flute;
This music can be heard but only by a Wali...
Whose inner ears and eyes are not closed;
They hear this voice, and become lovers of God;
He responds to their love with his immense love;
He brings them nearer and nearer moment by moment;
How can they say...
That they are remote from him?
He reveals himself through his attributes;
He fills the anfas and cosmos with his light;
He dons the robes of lovers to play the game of love;
Behind his every creation he hides his face.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem