Where Exactly Is The Devil Here?

Peace, one and all…

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This instrument they call the stringed saz
Knows neither the holy book nor the judge.
Whoever plays it knows its nature.

Tell me, where exactly is the devil here?

Its strings come from Venice,
Its fingerboard is made of oak.
O shallow servant of Allah,

Tell me, where exactly is the devil here?

Whether or not you do ablutions, this saz won’t tell;
Whether or not you do your prayers, this saz won’t tell;
Unlike judges, it doesn’t know how to scheme for praise.

Tell me, where exactly is the devil here?

Is he inside the saz or outside?
Is he on the peg’s handle perhaps?
In the design or on the wooden body?

Tell me, where exactly is the devil here?

The inner chamber is just mulberry,
The frets are only animal guts.
I must ask you, even though it’s embarrassing,

Tell me, where exactly is the devil here?

This saz wears no turban, just like Dertli.
It wears no shoes on its feet either.
But that alone doesn’t put horns on its head.
Tell me, where exactly is the devil here?

Asik Dertli

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