If you desire to listen the natural music,
That is not born by repeatedly striking,
The strings of musical instruments,
Or, by closing the seven doors of your body,
You must go deep into mystic stillness,
That is the music that lovers seek,
Earnestly listening such music,
The lovers pass away in the beloved,
They get so intimate with their beloved,
That there remains no trace of "You" and "I",
Thus, you draw aside the veil of separation,
In the closet of your innermost soul,
Behold your beloved in your mirror,
You will see before you the secret of man,
Will find that you are the secret of your beloved
Mykoul
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