ECSTASY

 O morning breeze of West and South Asia

 Let my soul sip sherbet

 From your breasts like lily of the Incas 

 Nightingale of the night,

 The aroma of your voice,

 So sweet and soothing as the Messiah's breath 

 Is the seven goddesses of Hellenistic World's melody

 And your sable tresses , 

 Full of Flowers of Taif

 Whose fragrance, 

 Is the royal perfume of the Pharaohs 

 Lull my inner sorrows to repose

 Mi orgullo and drighten of my soul,

 In the sea of grief - I crave for solace from you- please do not forsake me ! 

 Here's a keffiyeh - here's a thobe or kandura

 Wear them!

 Your curvy body I yearn to see

 Into your heart's prison,

 I am girded - Please keep me from the world of separation

 With your love,

 Neither world nor family is needed_ 

 For to your soul I am entangled in saecula saeculorum.