Two instruments, one with delicate strings

Its soft notes lift love’s wings

The other, a drum with a unique beat

Sometimes harsh, sometimes sweet

The art of strumming on the heart’s strings

Is perfected after renouncing sins

The din of the mind’s drumbeat

Attracts thoughts carrying conceit

The instrument with delicate strings

Accompanies joy that sings

The drum picks up the pace of its beat

When desires turn on the heat

Two instruments, the heart with strings

And the mind from where desire springs

We need not dance to mind’s unpredictable beat

When there’s a soothing heart, decrying deceit