Play the music of friendship,
Let go of hatred.
Music is a sweet rain,
That turns dying autumn into spring.
No wall can hold back music,
It leaps across borders.
Music doesn’t know any caste or creed,
It contains the whole universe.
Music has no language,
It had within it the truth of the Gita and the
Koran.
Music has in it Allah and Ram,
It has in it all of creation.
Music turns away storms,
It mends broken hearts.
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