He Touches Your Lips, There Is A Sound
He Touches Your Budding Flower
And There Is A Sound Of Eternity
You Floats On The Sound Of Creation.

He Embraces You, There Is A Whisper
A Husky Voice Covers You
He Enters Into Your Body
There Is A Fathomless Darkness.
There Is Music All Around
Your Time Turns Into A Music.
Ershad Mazumder