Rapture

(736)  Tumi je dekecho amay

As I have been summoned by You,
Now, staying home is hard to do.
What magic exists in Your melodies?
That I simply cannot conceive.

Abed, dreaming, asleep, or awake,
In mind's abode always a flute plays.
I wanted to forget, but how can I?
Seated in my heart, oh, You reside.

All I know of music's scale
Is above it, Lord, You remain.
With Your rhythmic songs, Your blissful strains,
It lifts me up, beyond the mundane.

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