1. You asked God for forgiveness
And returned with repentance that left you refreshed

2. You erased the pages of pleasures when
You wiped out the lines of indulgence

3. So your gentle flute harbored sorrow
And your loud horn proclaimed lament

4. And how many ruins of an abandoned camp
Where you once stayed have persevered

5. The tavern yearns for you, alive
And the nightingale weeps for you in grief

6. Indeed, did the taste of life turn bitter
When your polished instrument fell silent?

7. And did his straight rod cease to dance?
And did his chirping take flight and hush?

8. You, a horseman, more graceful when mounted
Upon a saddle, and more elegant when you sway

9. Life was blessed by your great goodness
That spurred the sand steeds to gallop

10. When his shoulders trembled to dance
The birds of hearts flew down to him

11. He retold the tale of the two elders in earnest
Though telling their story was jest and diversion

12. So his instrument became language and verse
And his music turned to discourse and grammar

13. Learned men shy from narrating his knowledge
Quenched if we wet our lips from his spring

14. So he draws light from the lantern
And sips purity from the stream

15. Before long, his gifts return
To afflict the youths with trials

16. Nights entertained by your instruments
And days spent roaming the wilds

17. You sat when others rose to compete
Beating the tambour, widening its realm

18. You revealed your moment in time
Carving from pleasures a new epoch