The Sun In Her Hand

Open the Veil and appears the Master of Secrets
Let the mind be drunk, the hearts be crazy
The Beauty who is smiling from the wall of Existence
In Her hand is the Sun, a Bowl of Love
A drop of water was presented to my Soul, since Time Immemorial
The voice of the Beloved enraptured my heart
Such a swallow, in every drop
Hides the Eternal Memory The countless Brilliance of the skies
The trembling Lovers of His flame
The endless power of a Thousand and One accents
And into the flute came...
My one and only Beloved’s beautiful voice...

HASAN ÇIKAR DEDE
The Representative of the Exalted Mevlana Rumi