Arabian Nights - by
When the call of the hudud,
/ Echoes through the palm fronds
/ Carrying in their mists,
/ Visions, memories:
/
/ Caravans of high spirited steads,
/ Crisscrossing the endless…
When the call of the hudud,
/ Echoes through the palm fronds
/ Carrying in their mists,
/ Visions, memories:
/
/ Caravans of high spirited steads,
/ Crisscrossing the endless…