It is mysteriously touching
The aroma of Indian curry and
Drunk by the unique sound of the flute
Already mysterious of Arabia
Lost in a fairy tale
I feel the illusion.
When you turn around, all the scenery you encounter,
Wrapped in a dried turban,
It seems to unfold with a wizard’s spell.
Affectionate and cute
The coolness of humanism
It adds to the interest.
Temporarily veiled
With Arabian princesses
The moment we meet each other,
Glitter from the glabellar
Sucked in by its unique beauty
I fall into a fantasy.
Running on the vast plains
Just like a dream when I was an elephant,
Human tireless
From primordial anguish
Longing for true freedom
Expressions that are so human,
Leaving in search of the lost self
As if I had become an eternal pilgrim,
The hidden inner sincere side
Becoming the incense burner of India
Secretly in the depths of my heart
Suddenly, it is burning.