The distant drums
are getting nearer and even nearer.
Shadows of the full-moon night
have disappeared behind
the palm trees.
The virgin waits patiently,
Gently pacing across the silver sands.
The smell of scented Jasmines and sandalwood
Fills the breeze with expectant ecstasy
The God of Dance
Appears in the form of Man
Each step he whirls
There is the echo of love.
All at once,
The virgin becomes one with him.
There is no longer any distinction.
Everything dissolves, dissembles,
It is total immersion.
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