They dressed the table to make peace
Between the Mid-East and the West
With their sweet accents Lebanese
And souls steeped in divine unrest
With warmth and generosity
With goodwill, energy and dance -
With flare and audacity -
Arab flamboyance, class of France -
They dressed the table, and I drank
And then she came, the Love's delight -
In beauty walked she, and I thanked
What had created such a sight:
Beautiful from skin to the bone
Blonde, tender, delicate and tall
And I for hours sat by the phone
Waiting simply to hear her call -
And love within her, that made her,
Was stronger than the sting of death:
The beauty of her soul and form
Dispelled all darkness, fear and wrath.
Hello, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight!
More bliss and goodness of all kinds!
She walks in beauty like the light
And gives glad tidings to mankind!
More happy love! In her, divine
Life's fervent, passionate embrace!
In her eternity and time
Mingle together and are blessed!
Where present touches Evermore -
And Inspiration makes Man true
There is the freedom! There heart soars
And bids mind's manacles adieu -
And who was cold, then becomes warm
And light of heaven never parts
From her delightful, beauteous form
And from her tender, loving heart.
But in there they are made to live
And be fulfillment of the whole!
Algerian beauty! Warm and free
And a delightful, loving soul.
The slings and arrows and the knives
When turned on end and put to flight
Become the arrows of life
That sow in people's hearts delight -
They kill no more, they bring alive
The dreams that dwell in human mind
And through them world with passion rife
Becomes the lot of humankind.
Soul does not kindly stop for death:
It only cares to stop for love
Not yet to take a narrow path
Or wide one: but to soar above
The world with a barbaric scream
And wake the neighbors underneath:
Hear, people! Man can feel and dream
And make here possible the bliss!
We make dreams real! With our own lives
We make real visions of the best!
More beauteous life! More happy love!
And by this humankind is blessed!
We make dreams real! And in this is
Our training for the future times:
To know how to impart the bliss
Is to know what is paradise!
With dreams the soul on life makes claim -
To make them real within the world
Is to make live, from day to day,
The truth that shapes the human soul.
Algerian beauty! Warm and free -
With luminosity divine -
The sky within her and the sea
Basking in rays of morning sun -
In soul-deep eyes, in soul-light hair,
In soulful gentleness and peace
In dreamy, warm and tender stare -
In her the present touches Bliss!
Greetings, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight!
More bliss and passion of all kinds!
She walks in beauty - and the night
Through her is filled with truth divine!
Love me, and let us both eschew
The iron clutch of circumstance;
To Be is to make dreams come true -
And that makes all the difference.