Shaherezade

The color of your garment is blue. And you have no metal in your hair. But you danced the Asian dance so cool - Even Allah was surprised in heaven. And your hands reach out in a whirl, Not to the sky, to the Sultan - glance. Your love may lead you away from God. No one will ever turn you back. Among trees the fallow-deers are sweeping, And they also want to play. Animals may celebrate to singing, But they cannot tell a fairy tale. Early in the morning he will wake up. And you'll call upon him to the sky. Sultan who is tired of betrayals - Win him by the purity of heart. My Shaherezade, all is for Allah, as a flame whirl in eternal heart. From the frozen as Ego Taj -Mahal To the Life's light - altruism - come back! Let your soul tell fairy stories To the lonely God at night. A man was created to bestow. And by giving you and He unite.