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Based on a rendering of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky, “The Gift”, p. 228
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument
That can only be tuned with love
Our sadness and fear
Come from being out of tune with love
Our sadness and fear
Come from being out of tune with love
All day long God coaxes the poets' lips to speak
So that your tears will not stain his green dress
All day long God coaxes the poets' lips to speak
So that your tears will not stain his green dress
It is not that the Friend is vain
It is just your life we care about
It is not that the Friend is vain
It is just your life we care about
Oooooooooh
It is just your life we care about
Oooooooooh
It is just your life we care about
Sometimes the Beloved takes my pen in hand
For Hafiz is just a simple man
Sometimes the Beloved takes my pen in hand
For Hafiz is just a simple man
It is not that the Friend is vain
It is just your life we care about
It is not that the Friend is vain
It is just your life we care about
Oooooooooh
It is just your life we care about
Oooooooooh
It is just your life we care about
Sometimes the Beloved takes my pen in hand
For Hafiz is just a simple man
Sometimes the Beloved takes my pen in hand
For Hafiz is just a simple man
And he wrote on the tavern wall…
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument
That can only be tuned with love
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THE GRAND DAY OF DAYS
04:53
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Based on a poem by Francis Brabazon, “The Beloved is All in All”, p.100
Oh, for that grand day of days
when I leave the dark sea of illusion behind me
And stand on the shore gazing
at the face of my Beloved
till his beauty shall blind me
I will call softly to him
with sweet noises of delight
For with the call of his Word
He called to me in my night -
Awakening me from deep sleep
into my present dreaming
Drawing me, through dreams
towards the isness of being
beyond seeming
God is the beautiful beloved
beyond comparison
The shoreless ocean of truth
which has no beckoning horizon
He will come up with me
from the waters when I emerge
And untie from my ankles
the white fingers of sea-surge
But He will turn his back on me
if I cry to be carried across the void
Saying: that’s your affair
find your own transport
I’m otherwise employed
So I will praise the chasm’s beauty;
and maybe two mist drops will glow
on the face of His bliss
And fill the chasm for my crossing
(when He whim’s it)
to the Is of His kiss
So I will praise the chasm’s beauty;
and maybe two mist drops will glow
on the face of His bliss
And fill the chasm for my crossing
(when He whim’s it)
to the Is of His kiss
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MY SWEET ANGEL
05:33
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Based on a rendering of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky, “Love Poems From God”, p.178
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
You have waltzed with great style
My sweet, crushed angel
To have ever neared God’s heart at all
Our partner is notoriously difficult to follow
And even His best musicians
Aren’t always easy to hear
So what if the music has stopped for a while
So what if the price of admission
To the divine is out of reach tonight
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
So what, my sweetheart,
If you lack the ante to gamble for real love
The mind and the body are famous
For holding the heart randsom
But Hafiz knows the Beloved’s eternal habits
So have patience
Have patience for He will not be able to resist
Your longings and charms for long
For you have actually waltzed
With tremendous style
My sweet, crushed angel
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
So what if the music has stopped for a while
So what if the price of admission
To the divine is out of reach tonight
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with
The Beautiful One
The Beautiful One
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COME TO MY DOOR
05:10
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By Emily King
So long you’ve been distant now
Since you set out on your own
You told me you had to find something
To believe in
Never thought you’d ever leave
But as you walked out the door
I prayed that you would soon find
All that you needed
While you’re out there on your own
When the rain starts falling
Or you get too cold
If you’re ever feeling lonely
Oh I just want you to know
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Oh you can come to my door
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all
So long you’ve been searching now
But still I can see your face
The memories numb this pain
Just for a moment
At night I lie sometimes
Awake in my bed
Repeating over and over
Our conversation
Right now as the moon is shining
I know you’re out somewhere
And you’re doing fine
If you’re ever feeling lonely
Oh I just want you to know
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Oh you can come to my door
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all
And on that fateful day
You know I will be waiting
You’ll smile at me then say
You loved me all along
And you’ll come home
Oh I just want you to know
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Oh you can come to my door
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all
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WHEN THE VIOLIN
04:35
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Based on a rendering of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky, “The Gift”, p.23
When the violin can forgive the past
It starts singing
When the violin can forgive the past
It starts singing
When the violin
Can stop worrying about the future
You will become
Such a drunk laughing nuisance
That God will lean down and start
Combing you into His hair
Oooooh ooooh…..
Oooooh ooooh…..
Oooooh ooooh…..
Oooooh ooooh…..
When the violin
Can forgive every wound caused by others
It starts singing
When the violin
Can forgive every wound caused by others
It starts singing
When the violin
Can stop worrying about the future
You will become
Such a drunk laughing nuisance
That God will lean down and start
Combing you into His hair
Oooooh ooooh…..
Oooooh ooooh…..
Oooooh ooooh…..
Oooooh ooooh….. …… ….. …..
When the violin
Can forgive every wound caused by others
It starts singing
When the violin
Can forgive the past
It starts singing
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FREEDOM AND LIGHT
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Based on a rendering of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky titled ‘We Have Not Come Here to Take Prisoners’, “The Gift”, p.28
We have not come here to take prisoners
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy
We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love
So run my dear
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings
Run like hell my dear
From anyone likely to put and sharp knife
Into that sacred tender vision of your
Beautiful heart
Your beautiful heart
Your beautiful heart
Your beautiful heart
We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside my house
And shout to our reason
Oh please, oh please come out and play
Oh please come out and play
Oh please come out and play
Oh please come out and play
Oh please come out and play
For we have not come here to take prisoners
Or to confine our wonderous spirit
But to surrender ever more deeply
To our divine courage,
Our divine courage
Freedom and light
Our freedom and light
Our freedom and light
Our freedom and light
Our freedom and light
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THE MOON WAS LOW
06:14
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Based on a poem by Francis Brabazon, “The East-West Gathering”, p. 28
The moon was low
A silver sickle on a field of blue
When I met you
And loved you
With a love I could not know
Would break my heart
All I knew was
That I would go with you to world’s end
I would go with you
I would go with you
To world’s end
For I was your shadow
The night was clear
Your eyes were stars within two drops of dew
When I met you
And loved you with a love that had no fear
Though it broke my heart
All I knew was
I had to bear journey to world’s end
All I know was
I had to bare journey to world’s end
Should you so choose to steer
Meher my love
Meher my love
Meher my love
Meher my love
Oooooh oooh
Meher my love
Ooooo mmmm
The moon was low
A silver sickle on a field of blue
When I met you
And loved you
With a love I could not know
Would break my heart
All I knew was
That I would go with you to world’s end
I would go with you
I would go with you
To world’s end
For I was your shadow
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Based on a rendering of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky, “The Gift”, p. 260
A wine bottle fell from a wagon
Oh yes it fell from a wagon
And broke open in a field
That night one hundred beetles
And all their cousins gathered
And did some serious binge drinking
They even found some seed husks nearby
And began playing them like drums and whirl
This made God very happy
Then the night candle rose into the sky
And one drunk creature
Laying down his instrument
Said to his friend for no apparent reason
What should we do about that moon?
Seems to Hafiz, most everyone has laid aside the music
Tackling such profoundly useless questions
Then the night candle rose into the sky
And one drunk creature
Laying down his instrument
Said to his friend for no apparent reason
What should we do about that moon?
Seems to Hafiz, most everyone has laid aside the music
Tackling such profoundly useless questions
Tackling such profoundly useless questions
Tackling such profoundly useless questions
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AND THEN YOU ARE
05:00
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Based on a rendering of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky, “The Gift”, p.230
And then You are like this:
A small bird decorated
With orange patches of light
Waving your wings near my window,
Encouraging me with all of existence love
To dance, dance
And then You are like this:
A cruel word that stabs me
From the mouth of a strange costume You wear
A guise You had too long tricked me
Into thinking could be other than You
And then You are…
The firmament
That spins at the end of a string in Your hand
That you offer to mine saying,
“Did you drop this – surely this is yours.”
Then You are like this (and then You are)
And then You are like this (then You are)
And then You are like this
(and then You are)
Then You are like this (then You are)
And then You are like this
Ooohhhhh
(and then You are)
Then You are like this (then You are)
Mmmmmmmm
Then You are…
Oh and then You are
The beloved of every creature
Revealed with such grandeur
Bursting from each cell in my body
Then You are like this (and then You are)
And then You are like this (then You are)
And then You are like this
(and then You are)
Then You are like this (then You are)
And then You are like this
Ooohhhhh
(and then You are)
Then You are like this (then You are)
Mmmmmmmm
I kneel, I laugh, I weep I sing
I kneel, I laugh, I weep I sing
I kneel, I laugh, I weep and sing
I kneel, I laugh, I weep I sing
I kneel, I laugh, I weep I sing
I kneel, I laugh, I weep and sing
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You inspire me with your open heart
You inspire me with your open heart
The moment I see you
I suddenly feel at ease
Whenever I’m near you
I feel that I can do anything
‘Cos your love is unconditional
You just let it flow, flow, flow
Your love is so unconditional
And you make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
You inspire me with your loving heart
You inspired me to finally make a start
The moment I see you
I suddenly feel at ease
Whenever I’m near you
I feel so light and free
‘Cos your love is unconditional
You just let it flow, flow, flow
Your love is so unconditional
And you make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
Love makes the world spin
Love makes the world go round
You open my heart
So I can feel that love is all around me
You make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
You make the world more beautiful
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LAST EVENING
03:03
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Based on a poem by Francis Brabazon, “In Dust I Sing”, p.80
Last evening there was a crescent moon
telling me
Of a time of fullness
of perfect poverty
When I will no longer
be a dust dweller in Love Street
But dust itself
kissing my Beloved’s feet
Then the wineshop keeper
seemingly knowing my desire
Had me called and gave me wine
which lit in my heart, love’s fire
Then ordered all the musicians
to tune their drums and strings
And poured wine for all
and the bird of song took wings
So we spent the night
I, at last, the seeker who no more seeks
And now over the house-tops
steps the girl with rosy cheeks
The morning breeze bears the scent
of honeycomb and bark
From the ocean’s rim
shoots the sun’s first burning spark
In a fly’s wing-space
I see the world I left
the world of pain
And I brush his hand with my lips
as he fills my cup again
In a fly’s wing-space
I see the world I left
the world of pain
And I brush his hand with my lips
as he fills my cup again
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BECAUSE OF LOVE
05:32
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Based on a poem by Francis Brabazon, “In Dust I Sing”, p.35
The evening pianos
have faltered into silence
The night trumpets have wailed
their last notes of violence
How earnestly we pursue our roles
in God’s great game
The freshening dream… the kiss,
ever new and the same
Because of love, because of love
Because of love, because of love
Love
Who, if he could hear his own voice,
would go on singing
The end remains covered,
else few would make a beginning
The difference between being pelted with eggs
or showered with roses
Is less one of talent than one’s fate-share
which time discloses
Because of love, because of love
Because of love, because of love
Love
We sleep; sometimes we dream;
and awaken to a new day
A billion years of wayfaring
yet still we don’t know the way
We would not yet even have broken out of
the beast-cage
If it were not for God-Man’s compassion
and holy rage
Because of love, because of love
Because of love, because of love
Love
Tomorrow is another day
for the battle’s violence
The few remaining hours of the night
are for wine and silence
Tomorrow is another day
for the battle’s violence
The few remaining hours of the night
are for wine and silence
Because of love, because of love
Because of love, because of love
Love
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The Dawn Light Sunshine Coast, Australia
Soulful angelic vocals, soaring over deep grooves combined with exquisite lyrical content based on the poetry of Francis
Brabazon and Daniel Ladinsky (renderings of Hafiz), the music of The Dawn Light has been described as mesmerizing, luscious, truly beautiful, inspiring, world-class and deeply moving.
Soul, Blues, R&B, Latin and Folk, all with a sprinkle of tasty Jazz influence!
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