climbing rolling hills
my hands and feet, both bare
fondle roots and stones
my body warmed by rays of sun
walking flowering fields
my nostrils revel in the divine
perfume of jasmine, the sweetness
of exuberant flowering roses
strolling around the marketplace
my ears rejoice at the haggling
giggling and calling, the ringing
of coins, a children’s song
settled down in my moss green garden
my tongue is caressed by the taste
of freshly baked bread, salty cheese
grapes and pomegranates
at night, laying on my silky soft bed
my lips taste the desirous skin of my beloved
I hear a noble hart, whispers of the wind
the warbling of a nightingale
and feel grateful and delighted