The flutes are pure and powerful as though issuing from a heavenly, exalted orchestra. The mind does not hear from them the sorrowful plaints of separation, that foremost Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi and all lovers hear, but dominical praise and laudation and grateful thanks offered to the Most Merciful One, the Ever-Living, the Self-Subsistent.
Since the trees have all become bodies, their leaves have become tongues. At the touching of the breeze each recites over and over again: ‘It is He! It is He!’ With the benedictions of their lives they proclaim their Maker to be Ever-Living and Self-Subsistent.
With the tongue of disposition they continuously declare ‘O God!’, and seek the necessities of their lives from Him, from the treasury of mercy. And through the tongue of their manifesting life from top to bottom, they recite His Name of ‘O Living One!’
O Ever-Living and Self-Subsistent One! Through the Names of Ever-Living and Self-Subsistent, endow the heart of this wretched one with life, and bestow sound direction on his confused mind. Amen.