We danced before the setting sun;
Before the kettle drums had begun;
We magically then moved into night!
Rejoiced before its warmth and light
Gypsy women danced before flames that licked the sky;
While men in soft linen, set claims upon each twirling thigh.
Yet clouds that flickered between entrancing stars;
Inflamed us even more, until the women were ours!
There upon the beach, we awoke;
The Sun did see, and as it spoke,
So we ran from what we had done;
And all before a rising sun!