Romance With Burquawalli

On the deserts of Arabia When he eve-fall was descending upon With the silent coming iof its own, Silence was to take over, I met, Met her my Burqawalli, Seeing the sand-dunes And the camels returning back. First, saw her through the lattice Thereafter impressed A kiss on the forehead Punctuated by passionate hugs, embraces and clasps, Emotional and full of feeling. The tents and bivouacs of nomadic man were scattered across The desert space, the vast stretch, The moon was shining overhead And holding the hand I going with my Burquawalli, Thinking of Laila and Majnu.