Melody

Whence does the zest of liquor come In mournful tune of hollow reed: Is its main‐spring the playerʹs heart, Or does it from the pipe proceed?

What is the source of heartʹs great might, Wherefore to rapture it is prone: How does it topple with a glance The firm and mighty Achamenian throne?

Why does the heart bestow fresh life On nations on verge of decline: Why do its states have constant change, Are points that no one can divine?

Why is it that in eyes of man On whom God has bestowed a heart, The realms of Syria, Rome and Rayy Are fake effects in the mart?

The day the minstrel grasps this point Which is hid in depths of heart, Take it for granted, you have traversed All the stages required by art.