Beloved, your music pops up...
...from my heart's deep,
How can my face conceal...
...my heavenly ecstasy,
My delight shines in my eyes...
...as I hear your flute,
By its charmful tunes...
...a longing pops up in my soul...
...to get free from the cage of
mortal frame,
Desires to go flying to the heaven...
...and dance before your sublime throne,
Shouts out under the spell of ecstasy:
'O let me flee from here! ',
Beloved, how your music's charms...
..? waft me dancing...
...through the seven skies to your throne!
Let me go round and round your throne...
...chanting with joy:
'I am here, I am here'...
...lest in separation I should die!
Beloved, I am here, musical wreaths I wear,
O how can I thank you for giving me...
...great honour?
Even the angels I see bowing to me...
...as your music resonates in me;
They smell my fragrance just as the bees...
...put their nose on the flowers of paradise.

Mykoul