Listen to how this flute is telling
its story of separations, complaining
To tell you the tale, of the pain of longing
I first need a chest in pieces from yearning
Whoever is left far from their roots
Will seek to regain the day they connect
I joined and I moaned with many a group
Mingled with both the happy and sad
Friendship they sought For I shared what they thought
But they never did seek the deep secrets I keep
My secrets are not far from my cry
But they lack discernment the ear and eye