1. You shortened what was prolonged of worries and of sorrow
And you were a companion to us in the desolation of time

2. Strum again on the lute soft melodies
Until we melt from yearning and passion

3. And excite and arouse souls that their homeland exhausted
For they could not find a homeland to replace their homeland

4. And pluck the strings of a lute infused with love I felt
And play with hearts like waves playing with ships

5. Your plucking softened until I found its melody
Stirring the dead shrouded in their burial linen

6. Was it Isaac or Ma'bad who taught you this craft
For art within you is filled with temptations

7. The melodies of your lute make me cry and make me laugh
While the heart rejoices at times and at times feels sad

8. As if its strings were veins, which if touched
Would ring under a white hand during tribulations

9. My heart sings an unending song
That none of the shackles of the body could make it sing

10. You beautified all ugliness, O you who are beautiful, and
You were good, and goodness is attributed to the good

11. The earth around you appears in its vitality
And life is the decoration of dreams in intimacy

12. How the free sang to the gentle voice, and how
The hearts of the enslaved hardened, who lived devoid of insight