Arabian Scarabs

Arabian lover I yearn I yearn for thee,

Arabian is the sun that kisses thee for me.

Such Caramel lips has he, by kissing you sweet.

He savors your lips, oh lauzinaj, oh my treat. 

In Kufic ink and script I decree I love thee. 

Enlil- bless me, like wind, I'd run to thee so free. 

Your fragrance of coffee, plea of pleas; on the breeze

Shall thee find me, in any seas in any seas. 

Give me not emeralds

Give me not gold

Give me not ivory 

It’s your perfume I must hold, 

It’s your lips of caramel bold.

Lay on my lips your blessèd kiss

Infused in sand and Arabian sun,

Perfumed with coffee of Sudun.

Green Scarabs for thee, my desert treasure. Jewel 

Green these gems, scarabs of the Nayled Ouled. 

Arabian scarabs, thine jewel; nine mules of jewels;

Green scarabs for thee, the green of oases pools. 

For thee, my queen these green gems be; 

For thee this sheen, for thee, for thee, for thee!