This page contains an echo to my prayer.
A sweet complaint coming from the night and that translates the accent of an abyssinian virgin.
It escapes from the mysterious deepness of a buried temple of Axum.
While you rest over my denuded breast The nard of which I am fragrant Spread my odour all over you. Your left hand Rests on my breast And your right hand enchants Me. I am black but beautiful Daughter of Abyssinia And it is how you love me And that I take you into my bed. |
While you rest over my denuded breast The nard of which I am fragrant Spread my odour all over you. Your left hand Rests on my breast And your right hand enchants Me. I am black but beautiful Daughter of Abyssinia And it is how you love me And that I take you into my bed. |