Lev's Lyrics



The Caravan of Love (Din al-Hubb)

The Arabic text is selected from a poem by the renowned sufi, Ibn Arabi (1165-1240 CE).

(translation:)

The best of mankind made the circuit around the Ka'ba, which reason demonstrates is imperfect, and kissed the stone there -- but what honor has a place, compared to the dignity of one person?

My heart has adopted every shape: a pasture for gazelles, a convent for Christian monks, a temple for idols, a Ka'ba for pilgrims, the tables of a Torah, the pages of the Qur'an.

I follow the religion of love. Wherever love's camels turn, There Love is my religion and my faith

(then, in English:)

The path of Love is the path I follow, wherever it may stray -- To follow the Caravan of Love is my religion and my faith


Dodi Yarad

Here is Dodi Yarad, excerpted unchanged from the song of songs (sung all in Hebrew, but here's the translation):

My beloved has gone down to his garden to the garden-beds of spice to graze in the gardens and gather roses. (6:2)

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, who grazes amid the roses. (6:3)

I would lead you, and bring you to my mother's house, to teach me I would cause you to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate His left hand should be under my head, and his right should embrace me. (8:2)

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.


The Greenway (1/1/02)

Walking the same old roads
Your eyes could be closed
Everyone knows your name
But you no longer answer
There was another road
It's now overgrown
Where do you think it goes?
Go on...

Head on up the Greenway
Head on up the northern road
Seek the barely seen way...

Set your feet on the grassy stones
And you will find your way
Set your feet on the grassy stones
And you will find your own way

Anything could be there
It's all overgrown
With every step you take
A mystery awaits you
Fear tries to hold you back
The Greenway's unknown
But your heart knows you must
Continue...

Head on up the Greenway
Head on up the northern road
Seek the barely seen way...

Set your feet on the grassy stones
And you will find your way
Set your feet on the grassy stones
And you will find your own way... home.

Written by Gayle Koszegi, ©2002.


Except as noted above, all of these are written by Lev Koszegi, ©2001-2006