I heard that in the feast of the drunken Turks

A disciple broke the tambourine and the harp of the musician

When they pulled his harp, it came undone in strands

The servants, in turn, struck him with a tambourine on his face

He could not sleep that night from the pain of the polo stick and slap

The next day, his elder teacher said to him

If you do not want to end up like a tambourine with a beard

Like a harp, O brother, throw your head forward