Upon the rippling desert sands How silently she stands, How solemn, how lonely, how serene - As she has ever been. Daughter of the Sun’s distant youth, In beauty and in truth What peer has she among the fair – But then, what does she care? At evening, as the Sun declines, In warm and supple lines Of pale vermillion hue; A goddess is born anew, With all the subtleties of shade And countless colours made, The light will always caress her, Seeking to possess her. And shadow with light will compete; The two will make her complete, Their conflict - the fount of her beauty. Let each perform his duty. With adoration in her eyes That mirror jeweled skies She bids the fleeting light farewell And casts her mystic spell. Her glowing, golden limbs now take The tincture of the snake, The glistening undulations. Hear her incantations!
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