You came down from your monarchial abode and stood at the door of my hut. I was humming on my own in a corner, and the tune caught your attention. You came below and stood at the door of my hut.
Connoisseurs are many in your music hall, and hymns are sung there night and day. But the plain lay of this novitiate touched your ardor. One sorrowful tune coalesced with the grand melody of the great, and with a blossom  to honor me, you came below and stood at the door of my hut.