Sanam

Listen to the reed-flute, How it complains,

Lamenting its banishment from its home,

Ever since they tore me from my reed-bed

My song's expressed each human's agony,

I want a bosom torn by severance,

Striving to give vent to sighs,

To express the pangs of my yearning for my home.

Who abides far away from his home

Is ever longing for the day he shall return.

My deepest secret's in this song I wail

But eyes and ears can't penetrate the veil

Body is not veiled from soul, or soul from body,

Yet none is permitted to see the soul.

It's fire not just hot air the reed-flute's cry,

Tis the fire of love that inspires the flute,

Through Love the earthly body

soars to the skies and

Mountains begin to dance

Mountains begin to dance

Mountains began to dance