1. Our instruments articulate speech, though mute,
Ignoring tone, their meaning yet acute,

2. The whisp’ring melodies of passions sigh
Translate love’s secrets we can then construe,

3. The slender reed-flute whispers its intent
To tell of youthful times and transport new,

4. Though wordless, most eloquent its voice
A marvel that the speechless can imbue!

5. The lute has gestures, drums have knocks and raps,
The fife by signs meanings can endue,

6. The santir can reveal by sound a thought
The tambourine can hint at things from view

7. What are these instruments but breathing air?
While we sit transported in joy anew

8. They speak of strings and chords that stir our hearts
We silent sit as love itself holds true