I have tried to see my earthly desires vanish,
With hope I have slowly come to part with desires;
And I am left with only desire for basic needs,
Not desires limitless of the nature of comforts and luxuries;
The fruit of the divine love obtaining in my heart...
...due to the divine bliss is my spiritual food,
Like man-o-salwa that the children of Israel got in the desert;
Round my neck always hang the melodious garlands of music,
In sadness, lonesomeness, I hear this divine music;
The gales of musical waves take off all my melancholy,
Thus, my heart rests in peace, and shimmers with light of faith.
MyKoul
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