1. O gathering place, from which its flowers have blossomed
Its early beauty makes you forget its later beauty

2. It doesn’t know whether it spent the night comfortably dozing
Or in the gardens of Paradise did its night visitor spend the night

3. The oud quivers its strings and doubles and triples,
And morning birds have trilled out their songs in it

4. And when the stones speak they have conversations
Answered by the chattering desert birds

5. And from between them the sand dunes sing a melody
Revealing from passion what their consciences conceal

6. It's as if between us the oud is an angel
Walking slowly as its soldiers follow it

7. As if when it struts and allure follows it
Khosrow Parviz follows it with his bracelets

8. That well-guarded one who if he were revealed
None could compete with the maker of this poem

9. A gentle voice and rhythm - if it were to revise
The prosody of poems when their lines go astray

10. If Ziryab were alive and heard it
He would die of envy for none can match it