1. I would ransom her, for whose sake my heart was enthralled

    by the oud, until it brought soothing rapture.

  2. She gloried in combining two arts, and displayed

    haughty pride in that, quite taken with herself.

  3. She said, “I have surpassed you in song, while you do not

    sing; and we were scribes like you.”

  4. So I applied myself to the strings until I left

    no note untouched, nor overlooked their reckoning.

  5. And I grew fond of them; this stirred jealousy over my hand

    in my pen, which reproached them on my account.

  6. So I assigned its front end to the paper,

    and made its rear end a plectrum.

Sol 6.1