An Old man on the Green Moor,
Once a child, now a septuagenarian,
Toys with a reed flute -
And the Great Teacher - Shamas Faqir,
Now in the God's heaven, under the holy tree,
Speaks to him the purpose of the flute,
Informs him about the cycles and stations-
From the embryo to the old man, and,
From the oldman to the baby,
And far beyond,
And the flute sound fills all the circles,
How at each station, the sound changes it's tone,
And the light on the different stations,
Appears in different colours,
Spinning the words of wisdom,
And the mystic truths,
How at each station on the way,
There are two paths -
Right and crooked,
It is for you to make a right choice,
The flute will guide you to the light,
Follow the mellow sound, you will meet the Great spirit,
Your dream shall come true,
About the garden of light.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem