High gear [55-word story] | 28
The November sky above us, marble stone of the square below, it was dusk of a Thursday evening at the dargah of the Hazrat. The musical session had shifted into high gear.
"I know nothing about worship!" complained the singer.
"I can't distinguish mosque from temple!"
"I only desire to see your face," he wailed.
posted by david raphael israel at 8:34 PM
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footnote:
special thanks to Ishqa for the whispered, impromptu, contemporaneous translation. The dargah (tomb-shrine) was that of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya, in Delhi. Such evening music (Qawali singing) can be heard there every Thursday. Such a visit seemed a rare privilege for me.
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