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“…Nami Nami ya sghire Ta neghfa al-hasire….

As rain falls over Arabia
I dream of Scheherazade
But no tales are heard in ruins
Oh, no tales are heard in ruins.

And in despair I bow my head
“There is no peace on earth”, I say
My broken soul, we’ve fallen low
We’ve fallen low.

As night falls over Arabia
I dream of Scheherazade
But no tales are heard in ruins
Oh, no tales are heard in ruins.

She’s gone insane, now stop the pain,
See tiny graves there grow in vain
My broken soul, we’ve fallen low
We’ve fallen low.

As night falls over Arabia
I dream of Scheherazade.”

In Oxford, April 2017.