The Sruti, a whisper, a cosmic refrain,
Where the universe sings, again and again.
A path to the divine, a journey untold,
Where earthly desires slowly unfold.
The Sur, a touch, a fleeting embrace,
Of the melody's soul, a celestial space.
We strive to ascend, with fingers that yearn,
To reach the Sruti's depths, eternally burn.
But the Sruti, a siren, a mystical call,
Beckons the soul, to transcend and to fall.
A bridge to the universe, a beating heart. Each sur, a whisper to the divine,
Each sruti, a step on the celestial line.
We, the seekers, with trembling hands, Strive to play the cosmic bands.
In every raga, in every beat,
We chase the ultimate sruti, so sweet.
To leave behind the mortal...