Come please and follow me—
Join the throngs of people heading for the fiesta
And listen to the music played on the fipple-flute and mabu[4];
For sure, you will see for yourself
How I lower my head deep down
After each melody is played
Come please and follow me—
But I have a request
That never should you
Interpret my shedding of tears
As a sign of being drunken;
If my manners seem somewhat strange
That is simply because of this unique language of music
So ancient but so enchanting
Come please and follow me—
Do not take me back home so soon
Because you can hardly realize
How gratified and consoled I feel
With this music of beautiful melodies and smooth scales