I sing the dark-skinned girl,
Like an oak in the wind, she walks swaying.
I. dry, I drank her love in full sips
until I felt my heart getting water.
she dies her hair like the feathers of the peacock
who shakes her wings, but she will never be able to fly.
A brave boy dared to target her...
He struck him in the heart and wounded him to death.
I sing the dark-skinned girl,< br/>Like an oak in the wind, he walks swaying.
A flash in the clouds, the look of his eyes
suddenly lights up the darkness of the night.
His cheeks are rosy in the hand of the sultan,
her mouth is coral, her warm lips are red.
A cloak that touches her ankle covers her,
but. slender, her arm and a drawn sword.
The regular cadence of her body
is a vessel that sails safely...
It leaves the port, takes to the sea and goes. ..
Arabia. Anonymous
The dark skinned girl is a queen.
Proud and delicate. Her cloak
covers her entirely, from head to ankle,
but her slender arm coming out of her is a sword drawn,
ready to strike