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|Work Title||Message Symphony|
|Composer||Khan, Hidayat Inayat|
|Opus/Catalogue NumberOp./Cat. No.||Op.30|
|Composer Time PeriodComp. Period||Modern|
|Instrumentation||Organ and Orchestra
To the Message of ‘Love, Harmony and Beauty’ Let us never ignore the unstruck music which is ringing constantly in our hearts, and may we venture to love the charm of its celestial melody, so as to be in harmony with the call of Nature’s Grace in all beings, becoming thereby real and true expressions of God’s Beauty. Hidayat Inayat Khan
Music of East and West Classical Western Harmony consists of standard classifications of modulative resolutions, as well as a certain amount of extended correlations between sound intervals, according to determined principles which have been deposited all down the ages as being basic regulations governing most polyphonic constructions. In the East, music is fundamentally conceived according to various emotions which are determined by melodic formula’s called Raga’s and in the light of which specific states of mind are brought to an expression. The ascendant and the descendant range of varied intervals comprised in these numerous Raga’s are constant and immutable in each case, whereas these are at the same time extremely varied and are always of a sacred character. The meditative experience revealed through the Raga’s is expressed as being the process of the ‘Tuning of the Heart’.
Message Symphony for large Symphony Orchestra and Organ opus 30 Hidayat I. Khan Movements I. Mysterious Pilgrimage in the Sacred Worlds of Esoterism II. Praise to the Sources of the Elements in Nature III. We greet each other in true Brother- and Sisterhood IV. ...to soothe Body, Heart and Soul V. That which resounds henceforth in the Temple of all Religions
Let Thy wish become my desire, Thy will become my deed, let Thy word become my speech, Beloved, and Thy love become my creed. Let my plant bring forth Thy flowers, let my fruits produce Thy seed, let my heart become Thy lute, Beloved, and my body Thy flute of reed. From the Vadan, or ‘Divine Symphony’ by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan