Barbad Sings from the Cypress

From E7.6, The Minstrels Sarkash and Barbad. It illustrates E7.6.32–38:

E7.6.32
When daylight yellowed and the evening came,And night was lapis with a deep-blue flame,
E7.6.33
The minstrel in the cypress, hid from sight,Began a hero’s song that filled the night.
E7.6.34
He sang so sweetly from the cypress bough,The wakeful Shah sat rapt and wondering now.
E7.6.35
The tune that we call Dadafrid by namePoured from his voice like clear and living flame.
E7.6.36
The court was struck with wonder and surprise,While nobles searched the dark with questing eyes.
E7.6.37
The music drove Sarkash toward frantic dread;He knew the source, yet not a word he said.
E7.6.38
He thought, “None plays like Barbad; none can knowThat heroic song, or make its music flow.”