What are you saying to me, you singing soul,
that joyfully sings in my meadow of silence?
The meadow of silence welcomes me in:
walk into the silence, and listen!
Here, you hear the melodious tunes
of the song of love.
Insects, bees, birds, flowers, trees,
streams, brooks, rivers, seas—
they too sing in their sweet language,
heard only when you attain
peace of mind and serenity.
The singing soul speaks of secrets untold.
Do what you must to hear the whispers of the singing soul:
O wanderer! Come home! Come to me!
The song awakens from deep sleep to delight
my eyes, ears, and heart.
Every atom of the universe
sings the same song of love.
For lovers, the meadow of silence is a paradise,
where the blessed listen to the playing of divine flutes.
In human language, the song of love cannot be described,
for this melody is infinitely sweeter than any
heard in the world.
MyKoul
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