I am so glad that you liked the music. That is Iranian traditional music and the poem is written by a famous poet called Rumi who wrote the poem for his best and close friend, Shams. Shams left Rumi because of many rumors and for a long time, Rumi was looking for shams until one day, a messanger brings him a good news that he has found Shams and he would come back again. So, Rumi wrote the poem for his arrival, said:
Little by little, the group of the lovedrunk arrive
Little by little, the worshipers of wine arrive
They are on their way; Comforting and gentle
Like flowers from the flowerfield they arrive
Little by little, from this world of Being and non-Being
The non-existent leave and the existent arrive
They come with hands and clothes full of gold
For the poor and hungry they arrive
The gaunt, exhausted from the trials of Love
Strong and healthy they arrive
Like the rays of the Sun , the lives of the Pure
From those heights to the lowly valley they arrive
Green and fresh the garden for the pure
With new fruits from the love drunk they arrive
Their essence is grace and grace they unfold and expand
From the garden towards the garden they arrive
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I am so glad that you liked the music. That is Iranian traditional music and the poem is written by a famous poet called Rumi who wrote the poem for his best and close friend, Shams. Shams left Rumi because of many rumors and for a long time, Rumi was looking for shams until one day, a messanger brings him a good news that he has found Shams and he would come back again. So, Rumi wrote the poem for his arrival, said:
Little by little, the group of the lovedrunk arrive
Little by little, the worshipers of wine arrive
They are on their way; Comforting and gentle
Like flowers from the flowerfield they arrive
Little by little, from this world of Being and non-Being
The non-existent leave and the existent arrive
They come with hands and clothes full of gold
For the poor and hungry they arrive
The gaunt, exhausted from the trials of Love
Strong and healthy they arrive
Like the rays of the Sun , the lives of the Pure
From those heights to the lowly valley they arrive
Green and fresh the garden for the pure
With new fruits from the love drunk they arrive
Their essence is grace and grace they unfold and expand
From the garden towards the garden they arrive
Cheers,