1. Her lute sings back and forth between four strings
Secrets of the heart revealed openly among them

2. Bringing to the regretful from its melody
Joy in detailed composition, though sorrowful refrain

3. No word of its eloquent language stumbled over itself
No tune among its melodies left in confusion

4. Each facet of its nature guided effortlessly
By its fingers into fruitful, mellifluous tune

5. The eye may graze freely in its garden meadow
At times, the ear wander through its expressions