يسعى بها شادنٌ أناملُهُ

ضَرْبانِ منها العنّابُ والعنمَ

His fingers move upon it with delight

The fingers pluck the chords of joy and sorrow

تَنسى به العينُ طرفَها عَجباً

ويدركُ الوهمَ عنده الوهِمُ

The eyes in wonder on its beauty dwell

Lost in its strains, dim dreams the past recall

كأنَّما لاحظتْ به صَنَماً

يعبدُهُ مِن بهائه الصَّنمُ

As though an idol, wrought of purest gold,

Knelt down before, in worship of its thrall