I am the song spun from the beaks of nightingales,
I am the sonnet in the gurgling of little brooks,
I am the cymbals in the crashing of waves,
The drums in the thunder,
The woodbine of the wind,
The oboe in the breeze.
I am the voice of life in the orchestra of life,
And I am also the silence of the night.
I am the verse and melody of Majnun’s prose,
And My Composition is most persuasive,
If you would but listen!
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