Unlawful Music

My remembrance lacks the warmth And zeal that mystics oft attain: My thought is not a scale at all For deeds deserving need or pain.

I wish that jurist of the town, Who knows the rules that Prophet taught And is adept at Book revealed, To my own point of view be brought.

If in the music or its strains The message of decease is hid Such music of harp, reed and lute In view of mine is quite forbid.