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Rumi's Seven Advices Sufi Music - The Mathnawi - Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi BR 001 

Lyrics & Music by Ali OKUR & KONYA DUA GRUBU  


Rumi's Seven Advices Sufi Music

Come
Come Again
No matter who you are, Come Again

Whether you are an infidel or a Zoroastrian
Or an idolater, Come Again

Our lodge, is not a lodge of despair
Even if you have broken your vows
A hundred times, Come Again

Be like a river in generosity and charity

Be generous like water, give life to every soul
Run to help without expecting anything in return
May your words be filled with peace
Like the sound of a river
May those beautiful eyes of yours shine
With kindness and give hope

Come, Come Again
No matter who you are, Come Again

Be like the sun in kindness and mercy

Have mercy like the sun, without discrimination
Warm everyone who is cold without any calculation
Let it warm everyone who is cold
Without making any calculations
May your light illuminate those darkest roads
May those arms that are waiting for you
Embrace you with your compassion

Come, Come Again
No matter who you are, Come Again

Be like a dead man in anger and rage

Don't let anger burn inside you like a fire
Stay silent like a dead man and protect yourself
When the wind of wrath blows, be a calm mountain
Stay in the haven of peace and stay out of trouble

Come, Come Again
No matter who you are, Come Again

Be like the earth in humility and modesty

Be like the earth, be as humble as possible
Even if everyone steps on it
You secretly give it life
Arrogance destroys you
Humility elevates you to the sky
The humble one is praised everywhere

Come, Come Again
No matter who you are, Come Again

Be like the sea in tolerance

Be tolerant like the sea, vast and limitless
Accept everything that comes
Don't remain insensitive
Be with the power of forgiveness
So that your soul can be free
Your heart is cleansed from the burden
Of grudges and hatred

Come, Come Again
No matter who you are, Come Again

Either appear as you are, or be as you appear

Whatever your essence is
Let it be what it is on the outside
Whatever your essence is
Let it be what it is outside of you
Throw away the masks now anymore
Either be as you appear or stay as you are
Sincerity is the best way, the shortest way to God
Be honest for the sake of God
So that you may attain the highest rank

Come
Just Come, Come
Welcome, O Soul
You've Brought Me Joy, O Soul

Lyrics by Ali OKUR & MEDYA KONYA PR MUSIC & KONYA DUA GRUBU

Rumi's Seven Advices Sufi Music Come! Come Again! - The Mathnawi - Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi BR 001

Scene 3 from the cycle Chains of Sorrow.
The Footbridge is written in a Neo-Classical / Modern Classical style — a hybrid of traditional aria form with contemporary textures. Rather than staged opera, it functions as a concert aria, blending baritone solo and male chorus with chamber ensemble (strings, harp, winds, and subtle percussion).

The piece explores a moment of suspended recognition: the awareness that choices must be made, though clarity never arrives. The baritone voice carries self-questioning phrases, answered and expanded by the chorus, while the orchestration shifts between hushed reflection and urgent surges.

Not tragic but reflective, the music dwells in ambiguity, carrying the listener into the tension between doubt and resilience.

[LYRICS]

Dark were the days of deep despair,
White were the nights of solace rare;
I stood where shadows veil the air,
And sorrow’s weight consumed me there.

I stand between two roads of old,
Each with promise, bright and bold;
The bridge beneath bears not a name,
Yet none who cross return the same.

No guide remains, no hand to lead,
The heart must guard its quiet need;
For choices cut and choices bind,
But silence cuts the deepest kind.

The vessel empties, poured out free;
The stream runs dry, cut from its source.
To walk this path, I must be still;
To bear the weight, I keep my course.

What heart can give when thirsts in vain?
What hand can heal when bound by pain?
I drink from silence, breathe like tide,
That I may stand where paths divide.

The vessel empties, poured out free;
The stream runs dry, cut from its source.
To walk this path, I must be steady;
To bear the weight, I keep my course.

The vessel must fill ere it pour,
The root must drink to bloom once more.

The vessel must fill ere it pour,
The root must drink to bloom once more.

The fog awaits with quiet hand,
To test the path, to mark the stand.

I crossed the bridge, then turned around,
Unsure which side was truly mine;
The fog then curled and closed around,
And blurred each boundary line.

I crossed the bridge, then turned again,
Unsure which side was ever mine;
The fog then veiled the path I trod,
And blurred all boundary lines.

The rail was cold beneath my hand,
As the river rolled dark below;
Its voice was low, a mournful strand,
And echoed what I’ve come to know.

The rail was cold beneath my hand,
As the river rolled dark below;
Its voice was low, yet deeper still,
And echoed what I’ve come to know.

Not every road is meant to show
Its ending from the very start;
But fog is kind to those who wait
And listen with a faithful heart.

A bell rang, time drawn in to full,
A boat slipped slowly out of view;
I felt the moment strain and pull,
Yet still I never truly knew.

Two sides, two lives, both calling out,
Yet neither one could give me peace.
The bridge became a place of doubt,
Where second thoughts find no release.

Not every road is meant to show
Its ending from the very start;
But fog is kind to those who wait
And listen with a faithful heart.

Some choices bloom like morning light,
While others drift like distant mist.
The wiser path is rarely bright,
Yet still a truer way will persist.

Not every road is meant to show
Its ending from the start.

But still I crossed that bridge again,
And followed what I knew was right;
And doubt itself can lead us home—
Yes, at the last, it leads us home.

The self must feed, the self must grow,
Or none may walk where choices go.
For silence guides and silence shows,
The strength that every spirit owes.

The self must feed, the self must grow,
Or none may walk where choices go.


A1-S3 The Footbridge – Aria da Concerto (Baritone • Reflective • Neo-Classical)

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