The path to the beloved Master in love street
ends with song rising in praise of his lotus feet.
We know we have arrived when the tune of our song
resounds in our hearts like a divine palace gong.
It was your whim at first that turned star into stone
and with a billion year evolved mind into a rune.
Now the articulate question of “who am I”
grinds for another billion year until mind dies.
The path of song brings us back to the state of dust
that falls and rests on your feet in loving trust.
We will then at last forever sing your bright name
as a star in heaven that shouts your eternal fame.
O Darvish, our journey is vast and without end
until our song expires in praise of the Friend.
