In the midst of the rhythm of the drum,

The soft, sweet sound of two small hand cymbals joins.

The conversation flows into song.

Though drum and cymbal have tiny scales,

The players listen so carefully, touch so gently,

The song sounds like infinite notes, infinite notes.


How delighted we are who listen!

How thankful we are for the delicacy of the players and the makers of cymbals and drums,

For God who brings forth plants and stones,

Metals and drumskins,

Rhythms and songs,

Rhythms and songs.