1. His greeting is frighteningly peaceful to me
As if his farewell passes in goodbye

2. Eyes close at the sight of him should he appear
And ears vomit at the sound of his singing

3. Is this how we heal ourselves, when from his melodies
Pains and aches are born?

4. How can the singing of a tempting man
Who we forever flee his face, delight us?

5. We turn our faces to avoid his voice
As if hearing him is deafness

6. As if the striking of his fingers is the striking of folly
And his rhythm is but noise

7. More pleasing to me than your singing heard
Is the clash of lutes amidst their playing