In the province of peace, 

at the end of rainbow;

My body feather fear,

contouring betwixt, a bit thick;

What skirts on the edge of centered Khamsin, 

Sand and dust of rivers,

Crowned head is him in smooth sailing Peacenik trudge;

A little at a time, bullfight the riot time, walk out...walk out;

A protest so pleasing, yet in dainty drudge,

My lipstick, my eyeliners smudged!

A far cry, dinstict,diverse,desperate,

Like day and night, mismatched!

I fasten my inseparable, sinewy sinfonietta,

In the province of peace, writhe singeing;

Singing a different song, of different race,

Where do you go yearning, carrying the cravings;

Symphony of agony attached in attache case,

In the amorous glance of destiny;

swallow the dish, fit for a king, cobbled up the breach,

In the province of peace.