O daf you sound the melody of spring
You are the tune of the rippling stream
The true sound of love and the echo of the waterfall
Tis reflected on the mirror of your surface.
The sufis are in rapture, come O player of the lute of wisdom
Make haste, sing verse and strike the daf.
Echo the song of longing in the pasture,
murmur its tune to the cypress and the willow
So they will scatter their leaves in sacrifice
