The Song of the Reed

Hear, how yon reed in sadly pleasing tales 

Departed bliss and present woe bewails!

With me, from native banks untimely torn, 

Love-warbling youths and soft-ey'd virgins mourn.

 

O! Let the heart, by fatal absence rent, 

Feel what I sing, and bleed when I lament:

 

Who roams in exile from his parent bow'r, 

Pants to return, and chides each ling'ring hour.

 

My notes, in circles of the grave and gay, 

Have, hail'd the rising, cheer'd the closing day:

 

Each in my fond affections claim'd a part,

But none discern'd the secret of my heart.

Rumi

Set on Music by Dimitri Arnauts

Rhymed Translation by Jones, 1772

Mehdi Aminian Jazi (Ney)

Pouyan Kheradmand (Setar)