The sound of music


A quarrel broke out between two men. Among the bystanders was a Chishti dervish. Just as one of the fighters was about to strike the other man with a stick, the dervish picked up his sitar and plucked a single, clear note. Upon hearing this sound, the angry man lay down his stick and walked away.

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  1. KgnReshma says:

    KGN, Haji Malang Baba, Nasiruddin Baba, Siraj Baba:-

    Solitary Mystic!

    Behold Him, Single in the field,
    Sufi solitary Dutch Mystic.
    Writing & meditating by Himself,
    Stop here or gently pass!
    Alone He translates mystic tales,
    & sings Persian melancholy strain.
    O listen for the Tavern profound,
    Is overflowing with His sound.

    No, Sufi Shaykh did ever chant,
    More welcome notes to weary bands
    Of travellers in some mystic haunt,
    Among Dutch waters, Arabian sands.

    Will no one tell me what He sings?
    Perhaps the mystic tales flow,
    Of Moin, Nizam, Sharib things,
    Laila Majnu stories of long ago.
    Or is it some humble lay,
    Familiar matter of today?
    Some natural sorrow, loss or pain,
    Stories of hate & war spread in vain.

    What’er the theme, the Mystic sings,
    As if His song has no ending!
    Eyes of love see Him singing at work,
    And O’er the nip’s bending.
    I listened motionless & still,
    As I Mounted up His Tavern hill,
    The music in my heart I bore,
    Long after it was heard no more.

    Gelukkige verjaardag meester!

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