Sing slow dulcimer

Sing slow dulcimer,

With your throaty voice

Tell tales of Distant lands.

Lands where the winds tousle the sands

Lands where the sunlight dances like water in the distance.

Sing slow dulcimer,

With your enchanting voice

Tell tales of nightingales

In perfumed trees

Who watch beauty stare

Disconsolately at its surroundings.

The tinkling of fountains jars

And the fragrance of roses cloys.

The boundless gardens of a king’s palace

Are now a walled cage.

Sing slow dulcimer,

With your seducing voice

Tell tales of a lover,

Born like a lily in the mire.

Unaware of its own virtue or beauty

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