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Neuroacoustic sound therapy, worship music, battle chant, spiritual anthem,
Genre: Islamic musical nasheed, Sufi Devotional, Sacredu Chant, acoustic, sufi trance, psychedelic electronic, ceremonial chant, cosmic, world music, folk, traditional, experimental, turkish sufi trance, birlik - hu mevlam hu
Mood: Meditative, Spiritual, Deep,

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Inspired by an English translation of Yunus Emre’s “Gelin Bir Nazar Eylen” (Come, Take a Look). A contemporary interpretation of the 13th-century Turkish mystic’s meditation on mortality and the impermanence of worldly life.

Take a good look around
What’s become of this place
Many slipped into earth
In a brief breath
Erased
Fresh roses on stone
Petals browned in the rain
Nightingales grew quiet
Left the silence
Left the stain

Father and mother in grief
Hands on the cold
Wet ground
Talking to names on the granite
No answer
No sound
Those eyes and arching brows
Those teeth
Pale ivory
Skin and the flowing hair
Now a worm nest underneath

All those rotten hands
Those lips and tongues that kissed
Those beloved sons
Lost in the drifting mist
Don’t trust this world
Don’t think it’s ever loyal
Those who waste their lives
Most dwell in regret-soil

Gold in a locked-up drawer
Keys on a rusting ring
Plans drawn tight in a diary
Time tore out every page clean
Crowds chasing smoke and glass
Laughing loud in the glare
But under the quiet dirt
None keep what they wear

All those rotten hands
Those lips and tongues that kissed
Those beloved sons
Lost in the drifting mist
Don’t trust this world
Don’t think it’s ever loyal
Those who waste their lives
Most dwell in regret-soil

So hold your days like water
Leaking through your fist (hey)
Speak while your breath is warm
Love while you still exist
Turn from the painted stage
Step off that crumbling stair
Face what will never rot
Carry that weight with care

Those fresh roses withered
Nightingales fell silent.
in that earthy dungeon
Those eyes and arching brows
Those teeth like ivory
The skin & flowing hair

Those lips and smiles
Those beloved sons

Don’t trust this world
Don’t think it’s loyal
Don’t waste your life
You’ll Lie in regret
Don’t trust this world
Don’t think it’s ever loyal
Those who waste their lives
Most dwell in regret-soil