A half-preserved stone statue,
A few old copper coins,
Mysterious jewels of blackened silver,
Some broken plates of brass
Were found in a desert
Under the ground.
People say that centuries ago,
Where the desert stand today,
There used to be a city.
And I imagine
That on some festive occasion,
In some assembly,
I come face to face with you even today.
For a moment,
Just for a second,
The fire of your body,
A fleeting glance,
The rustling of your clothes,
The perfume of your hair,
Sometimes in carelessness,
The delicate flower of your touch.
And once more that rolling desert,
That desert, where
Once upon a time
A city stood.