The road is long,
the hills are dry,
travelling in summer heat
through steppe-like lands...
Merry still, we dance our desert dance,
sister, join me in this frisk,
play your flute for me,
oh, sister, sister, with your dark curls!
Tap your feet, your sweet bare feet,
stomp with them on this dirty soil,
let your hands invoke the magic
of a night in harmony and happiness,
while the moon shines down on our fire.
