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I sat down beside the window with a relieved mind
To sing a song that was in store
But when I heard your eternal music
Nothing from my mouth came to the fore.
That my song alone would give me solace
That my song alone was better than all
Yet your melody refuted my claims
And my trivial voice failed to penetrate your melody's wall.
With rapturous mood, you were there
And I neglected that eternal presence
It was not long before I lost my tune
That I truly felt your true essence.
It reigned over the earth for many years
While my voice found a place only a while ago
Without knowing who I am competing with
I made that melody along the air to flow.
The day displease and delight me throughout
As if an occasion only for my song
It was then I discerned it was your occasion
Which made me prove all wrong.
I carried my vanity along this path
I bore that vanity in my heart
That it was essentially mt own self
But found it was my vanity's part.
I lost my conscience in that melody
Which proved trivial before that voice
Hearing which the bird finds tranquillity
Hearing which the verdure rejoice.
That a minstrel had already begun his song
Into the tranquil air long before I came
Alas! I crossed that melody's path
Only to achieve my immortal fame.
I heeded only to my mind's desire
The yearning that had only pride within
Which under the garb of my ineffable art
Was bound to commit this terrible sin.
But then the minstrel's presence pricked my soul
I found that a wicked deed I had done
For all the plaudits came to that minstrel
And my admirers in this place were none.
His melody was extremely melodious and splendid
That the verdant beauty was in greed
To take in more melody into the heart
Which craved to hear it indeed.
All through the day, the voice resonated
All through the day, the song was sung
It seemed on a floor a bucket of melody
Someone has deliberately flung.
My song did captivate an admirer's heart
It received laurels for my vainglorious song
It was my own mind that praised it
And again and again, I was proved wrong.
My song did attain heights of fame
But through my own eyes and not the earth
As my song was to receive fame and glory
But His eternal song was to give immortal mirth.