In the harem

In the rustle of the wind, in the breath of the desert,
In the scent of spicy oriental bazaars,
Wonderful fairy tales, still alive,
Shahrazada, unsurpassed in centuries.

Honey is your speech, and wisdom is bottomless,
You can add magic nights to a thousand.
The month hears you from the sky,
And he cannot remain indifferent.

Everything in your fairy tales is love and deceit,
True friendship and bitterness of betrayal,
The brave reward is the kingdom of heaven,
In the company of the houris who know no decay.

The evening descended to the ground with coolness.
A wonderful night beckons with bliss and affection.
She opened her mouth again.
The Sultan will listen. The tale begins ...