The dohl beats softly <br />The nay lets flow a plaintive sound <br />Gentle strains of sarangi <br />Accompany the voices <br />That sing in praise of the divine. <br /> <br />Slowly, meditatively at first <br />The tempo marks the journey of the soul. <br />The beat weaves an intricate fugue. <br />Rhapsodic, relentlessly <br />The music speeds, transports. <br />Singers gyrate in ecstasy. <br /> <br />'O Hafis, O Rumi, O Khusrao, <br />As I sing thy words <br />Fill me with thy spirit <br />That I may be led to find <br />That state of bliss where I am whole <br />In perfect union with my beloved.' <br />They sing- <br /> <br />While the dancers <br />Spin within the greater circle <br />Round and round, faster and faster <br />Until-euphoric they fall <br />In exultation. <br /> <br />Entranced <br />The singers declaim <br />'I see the truth <br />I am one with my beloved. <br />He courses through my veins.'<br /><br />Margery Rehman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystic-music-written-after-attending-a-concert-of-sufi-music/
