Formal Compositions
Formal Compositions
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- Three Ragas From the Gayan of Inayat Khan
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Dylan Bandy; vocalist
J. Gary Sill; piano
recorded 2018.03.14
J. Gary Sill; piano
recorded 2018.03.14
Three Ragas From The Gayan
Three Ragas From The Gayan
1. I Dare Not
I dare not think of raising my eyes to look at Thy glorious vision.
I quietly sit by the lake of my heart,
Watching in it Thy most lovely image reflected.
I quietly sit by the lake of my heart.
2. My Soul Is Moved To Dance
My soul is moved to dance,
By the charm of Thy graceful movements.
And my heart beateth the rhythm,
Of Thy gentle steps.
The sweet impression of Thy winning countenance,
My worshipped One,
Covereth all visible things from my sight.
My heart reechoes the melody Thou playest on Thy flute.
And it bringeth my soul in harmony,
With the whole universe.
The sweet impression of Thy winning countenance,
My worshipped One,
Covereth all visible things from my sight.
My heart reechoes the melody Thou playest on Thy flute.
And it bringeth my soul, in harmony
With the whole universe.
3. Thy Light
Thy Light hath illuminated
The dark chamber of my mind.
Thy Love is rooted in the depth of my heart
Thine Ears are attach'd to my heart Thine Eyes are the sight of my soul.
Thy Power works behind my action;
Thy Peace is a-lone the repose in my life,
Thy Will works behind my every impulse
Thy Voice Speaketh my words.
Thine own image is my countenance;
My body covereth Thy Soul.
My life is Thy very Breath,
My Beloved,
My self is Thy own Being.
I dare not think of raising my eyes to look at Thy glorious vision.
I quietly sit by the lake of my heart,
Watching in it Thy most lovely image reflected.
I quietly sit by the lake of my heart.
2. My Soul Is Moved To Dance
My soul is moved to dance,
By the charm of Thy graceful movements.
And my heart beateth the rhythm,
Of Thy gentle steps.
The sweet impression of Thy winning countenance,
My worshipped One,
Covereth all visible things from my sight.
My heart reechoes the melody Thou playest on Thy flute.
And it bringeth my soul in harmony,
With the whole universe.
The sweet impression of Thy winning countenance,
My worshipped One,
Covereth all visible things from my sight.
My heart reechoes the melody Thou playest on Thy flute.
And it bringeth my soul, in harmony
With the whole universe.
3. Thy Light
Thy Light hath illuminated
The dark chamber of my mind.
Thy Love is rooted in the depth of my heart
Thine Ears are attach'd to my heart Thine Eyes are the sight of my soul.
Thy Power works behind my action;
Thy Peace is a-lone the repose in my life,
Thy Will works behind my every impulse
Thy Voice Speaketh my words.
Thine own image is my countenance;
My body covereth Thy Soul.
My life is Thy very Breath,
My Beloved,
My self is Thy own Being.
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"Three Ragas from the Gayan of Inayat Khan"
Dylan Bandy; vocalist
J. Gary Sill; piano
recorded 2018.03.14
"Three Ragas from the Gayan of Inayat Khan"
Dylan Bandy; vocalist
J. Gary Sill; piano
recorded 2018.03.14
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Dylan Bandy; vocalist
J. Gary Sill; piano
recorded 2018.03.14
Dylan Bandy; vocalist
J. Gary Sill; piano
recorded 2018.03.14
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