"Don't look at me! Look at your scores!"
Everyone stops singing. Pause. Beat. Wild laughter.
Apparently, many people were looking at the conductor as if expecting the note they needed to flow out of his hands. We were in the midst of putting together some pretty wild chords for the first time, you see. Mix those major and minor triads, baby! The second movement, though, is startlingly lovely at times. When it all resolves on a B Major chord, oh.
heresluck, the Rumi translation Panufnik used, the one I posted, was by Andrew Harvey. I checked it in the score last night.