Tasting my glorious father bribes, blazing gold, I loathe the shiny
sand
Sacking the tombs of your heroes and messiahs
Shanghaing, the dancing queen from the seraglio of your dreams
I reveal the sham eye, the sun of the liars, and offer you
A sculptured throne within the azure beams
My flaming tiara, the sun of the night,
Dignifies the race of the strong, the race that has the sky for sea
Devour with devotion what hinders my sigh
Ruthlessness worthy to all those whose breastbone is being creviced
As a sailor I sail, longing for the key,
The key to the master gate, made of azalea's thorns,
And from port to port, overcoming the bazaars across the sea,
I realized that, what the wings are for the sky, the horns are for the
earth
I say the truth, the one I've found behind the moon
I harn it to you my sinuous courtesan
Unseen flowers fill my lungs
With aroma from the place where I was once born,
Memories of my moral life, dance,
Fulfill my blossom tunic with numerous desires
Dear presents should never be abandoned
Thus, vigilant, I will stay here forever
The panoramic view may not become a sensual mistress
Ashes, bloody passions were my past, now I fly in ethereal spheres
Azure aye