1. Oh what a blessing is the rotating garden
Where the mind settles into its motions

2. It sang without rapture and watered while not
Drinking itself, from it come tunes and cups

3. If it claimed the gentleness of air or love
You would not doubt its claim

4. The oud has its tuned strings and its ribs filled
To relieve the fragile, shaking branches

5. It's as if it echoes the humming of the drunk
And the cries of passionate lovers

6. As if its strings and cycles
Are a cosmos, its stars with tails