All lyrics by Hazrat Inayat Khan (1882-1927)
Every Sound I Hear
Every form I see is is Thine own form, my Lord,
And every sound I hear is Thine own voice;
In the perfume of flowers I perceive the fragrance of Thy spirit;
In every word spoken to me I hear Thy voice, my Lord,
All that touches me is Thine own touch;
In everything I taste I enjoy the savour of Thy delicious spirit;
In every place I feel Thy presence, Beloved;
In every word that falls on my ear I hear Thy message.
Everything that touchs me, thrills me with the joy of Thy kiss;
Wherever I roam, I meet Thee, my Lord;
wherever I reach, I find Thee, my Lord;
Wherever I look, I see Thy glorious vision;
whatever I touch, I touch Thy beloved hand.
Whomsoever I see, I see Thee in his soul;
Whoever gives to me, I take it from Thee.
To whoever I give, I humbly offer it to Thee, Lord;
Whoever comes to me, it is Thou who comest;
On whomsoever I call, I call on Thee.
Heart
Heart has its head on its own palm,
The face of the heart is veiled;
Heart’s hands are bound with iron chains,
The feet of the heart are nailed.
The eyes of the heart are never dry,
Heart speaks only through tears.
The ears of the heart are so keen
That voice from the distance it hears.
The voice of the heart is silent,
Yet far-reaching is heart’s cry
Heart has no question nor answer
Heart is expressed in deep sigh.
The ways of the heart are mysterious,
Though heart has the mind of a child.
Heart’s breath is full of tenderness,
And heart’s expression is mild.
Ideal alone is heart’s deity,
Constant yearning its life.
Heart’s not concerned with life or death,
Heart stands firm through all strife.
Beauty is heart’s only object,
Its inspirer, its all.
Heart is all power that there is,
Angels attend heart’s call.
Heart is itself its own medicine,
Heart all its own wounds heals,
No one can ever imagine
The pain that the loving heart feels.
The path of the heart is thorny,
Which leads in the end to bliss.
Hope is the staff heart holds in hand,
Heart’s one desire is a kiss.
Nabi
A torch in the darkness, a staff during my weakness,
A rock in the weariness of life,
Thou, my Master, makest earth a paradise,
Thy thought giveth me unearthly joy,
Thy light illuminateth my life’s path,
Thy words inspire me with divine wisdom,
I follow in thy footsteps, which lead me to the eternal goal.
Comforter of the broken-hearted,
Support of those in need,
Friend of the lovers of truth,
Blessed Master, thou art the Prophet of God.
Pir
Inspirer of my mind, consoler of my heart, healer of my spirit,
Thy presence lifteth me from earth to heaven,
Thy words flow as the sacred river,
Thy thought riseth as a divine spring,
Thy tender feelings waken sympathy in my heart.
Beloved Teacher, thy very being is forgiveness.
The clouds of doubt and fear are scattered by thy piercing glance;
All ignorance vanishes in thy illuminating presence;
A new hope is born in my heart by breathing thy peaceful atmosphere.
O inspiring Guide through life’s puzzling ways,
In thee I feel abundance of blessing.
Fragrance of the Rose
It is Thy sweetness, Beloved, which I enjoy in the sweet
fragrance of the rose.
Rasul
Warner of coming dangers,
Wakener of the world from sleep,
Deliverer of the Message of God,
Thou art our Saviour.
The sun at the dawn of creation,
The light of the whole universe,
The fulfillment of God’s purpose,
Thou the life eternal, we seek refuge in thy loving enfoldment.
Spirit of Guidance, Source of all beauty, and Creator of harmony,
Love, Lover, and Beloved Lord,
Thou art our divine ideal.
Nayaz
Beloved Lord, Almighty God!
Through the rays of the sun,
Through the waves of the air,
Through the All-pervading Life in space,
Purify and revivify me, and, I pray,
Heal my body, heart, and soul.
Amen.
Thy Whisper
Thy Whisper to the ears of my heart moveth my soul to ecstasy.
The waves of joy that rise out of my heart form a net in which
Thy living Word may swing.
My heart patiently awaiteth Thy word,
deaf to all that cometh from without.
O Thou, who art enshrined in my heart, speak again to me;
Thy voice exalteth my spirit.
Pir Reprise
Words - see Pir
Love's Secret
I bowed my head low in humility,
and on my knees I begged of love,
'Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.'
She took me gently by my arms and lifted me
above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear,
'My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover,
and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.'
The Seed
O Thou, the seed of my life's plant, Thou were hidden so
long in my budlike soul; but now Thou has come out, O
my life's fruit, after the blossoming of my heart.
My Heart has become an Ocean
My heart has become an ocean, Beloved, since Thou has
poured Thy love into it.