1. Is the lyre of David far away
And the melody of his son near to us

2. The bond of victory was tied with it
And in Marrakesh the red has a share

3. Whenever the father calls the name of a son
Don't you see him responding at times

4. I lamented the times that passed
As fast as the preacher sat down

5. It is the life gathering and separation
Is there purity without flaw to mar

6. You left behind the heart, brother of the lost
Burning in it an intense flame

7. Is there in the strings what is in them, for if
The son of David played I would be enraptured

8. When the illness of despair afflicted us
From the melodies of his instrument a cure