Oh! As the Raag Bhairava plays,
The emotions pour on the Syahi,
The string of hearts on the Sitar,
And the voice of longing wakes the sleeping soul;
The wind sways and the branches dance,
To the magic of music all at once.
Hear! As the music picks up pace
Does your heart not cry to lyrics unsaid?
Does the Alaap not make you yearn
For someone lost, somebody beyond?
The birds sing along in the morning sun,
And somewhere the Beloved is summoned.
Feel! The way your body lightens
Gives up on its worldly burdens.
Your soul twirls in a Sufi Whirl
And reaches out to Him.
There you find yourself in Heaven,
As the music reaches its zenith.
~ Suranya
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