The breeze on the mountain, standing by the open gate, the celestial heavenly muse, oh the Gandharvas (Divine musicians) sing. I hear it, I hear the songs, the silent, perfect sounds to the secret heart, Oh sacred moment in time; a breath resonant, [si se canta] of divine sweetness to thy Love.
If only to share for a moment, by the seashore thy heavenly abode what muse do I hear?
I, the Eternal One adore you…
Sing to me, never shall I miss a note to the sound; as two love birds dive deeply into the muse, oh. Like hummingbirds who love you, like there is no tomorrow. From lotus flower to the next, I hear it still the call to me never escapes, in bliss, in wonderment. Holy laughter, in rapture of thee, I can’t stand it, but Oh how lovely you sound… Would you like to stay with me today? Oh sweet tears that flood the salty shore. Yes, my beloved! Please come with me, and enter your home…For within my mansions, there are many domes…
oh, we close the day with a sigh and joy…can I have this dance, forever?
The Celestial Musicians are playing…Oh what morning muse.
