Music
This Rumi poem turns to the flower dancing:
من طربم طرب منم زهره زند نوای من
عشق میان عاشقان شیوه کند برای من
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I am Tarab, the beat and the rhythm
of this moving world
And rhythm of this world is me
Amongst lovers, even love screams my name
When it becomes drunk and playful
Love can’t help but spill my secrets
I am the rhythm of this moving world
The heartbeat of life
Bits of universe collide in their joy
and unveil my faceless face
I am the water flowing in the river
and the wine in the glass
Beware! This wine is here to shatter the glass
I am not meant to live small
For me to be, you have to disappear
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* Tarab is the beat and the rhythm of this moving world, the pulse of life.
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