Munir Bashir -  L'Art du ud

 

Its chords candidly reverberate

     with a longing like that of the homesick

And beauty that wondrously transcends

     that of all neys and drums.

Its body is embellished

     with the skin of a hapless gazelle,

Its nine strings cast like woven nets

     to ensnare hearts.

- Kushajim, 10th C. Arabic poet