Shaherezade Poem by Liza Sud

The color of your garment is blue.
And you have no metal in your hair.
But you danced the Asian dance so cool -
Even Allah was surprised in heaven.

And your hands reach out in a whirl,
Not to the sky, to the Sultan - glance.
Your love may lead you away from God.
No one will ever turn you back.

Among trees the fallow-deers are sweeping,
And they also want to play.
Animals may celebrate to singing,
But they cannot tell a fairy tale.

Early in the morning he will wake up.
And you'll call upon him to the sky.
Sultan who is tired of betrayals -
Win him by the purity of heart.

My Shaherezade, all is for Allah,
as a flame whirl in eternal heart.
From the frozen as Ego Taj -Mahal
To the Life's light - altruism - come back!

Let your soul tell fairy stories
To the lonely God at night.
A man was created to bestow.
And by giving you and He unite.