Tell a thousand and one stories
of the magic side, of roses
veils, lamp bowls, starlight

sweet tea and carpets, beautiful
bodies on thick cushions
and forget the robber

who sold me far from home
forget the murderers
the poison cups for the throne

the first one that I didn't drink
and not even fifty years old
the second, unexpected one

Tell a thousand and one stories
sing of the birds in the pleasure garden
sleep in harems of delight

between pink water lilies, gold
brocade and the moon, dream, dream
dream it will always stay that way