Listen to the Rumi's flute, but speak notma word,
In this way remain attached to your lord,
While remaining detached from the world,
Listen the sound coming from the unseen earnestly,
Gaze at the light coming from the unseen fixedly,
Like a milk-woman who balances milk containers,
Upon her head with effortless concentration,
That will carry you across the ocean of mind,
To the realm of peace, love, and harmony!
Mykoul
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