The Teaching of Hazrat Inayat Khan

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My soul is moved to dance by the charm of Thy graceful movements, and
My heart beateth the rhythm of Thy dancing steps.
The deep impression of Thy sweet countenance,
O Winner of my heart,
Covereth all visible things from my sight.
My heart repeateth a thousand times the melody Thou playest on Thy flute;
It setteth my soul in harmony with the whole universe.