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Early in the evening a song bird sitting on a branch was singing.

It saw a glowing object on the ground; considering it a fire fly flew down to it.

The fire-fly said to the singing bird: ‘O singing bird, do not kill a helpless creature.

Who gave chirping to you, and fragrance to the rose; the same God gave the glittering light to me.

I am clad in the apparel of light. I am the Toor of the insects' world.

If your chirping is the ear's pleasure; my brightness also is the sight's pleasure.

Nature has given light to my wings; it has given fascinating voice to you.

He taught singing to your beak; He made me the torch of the garden.

He bestowed glitter upon me, voice upon you; conferred warmth upon me and music upon you.

Warmth is not the opposite of music; everywhere warmth is the associate of music.

The assembly of existence is based on these alone. All the world's manifestations are through these alone.

The world's assembly is based on harmony alone. The bloom of this garden is based on this alone.’