KENJI: MARRAKESH

Mystical city of spices and caravans,
Carpets and camels and minarets of gold;
Delirious your dancers and noble your stallions,
In a night of hot fever your secrets are told.

Magical city of snow-covered mountains,
Throbbing of drums in Djemaa-el-fna;
Green are your gardens and cool are your fountains,
An oasis for nomads whose guide is a star.

Mysterious city of souks and strange perfumes,
Glistening desert ’neath a crescent of moon;
Skilled your snake-charmers and vivid your costumes,
Long in the memory though left far too soon.