1. I tasked a luthier with crafting a lute, the likes of which
Neither Chosroes possessed, nor the heavens contained.

2. He fashioned it for me, a minstrel to sing
The melodies of Hijaz, when yearning afflicts me.

3. From refined ebony he elicited notes,
That which treacherous hands concealed in their bosoms.

4. Until, when I strummed it, and it sang,
Like a lovesick bard on the twisting road.

5. It sang, entrancing the companion with its voice,
And likewise, he in whose heart desire played.