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To: mr.mark who wrote (6710)	12/1/2000 8:26:59 PM
From: HG	Respond to of 13020

Another world....what about another continent ? A melodious Arabic song I once heard/saw at a belly dancing performance @ an Arabian Wedding.....unfortunately I could only find the lyrics and not the clipping on the web...the translation can never capture the essence...but if poets spoke a different language, if love had a voice of its own....I'm told the language would be persian and the voice would be hebrew... ====== Evening of Roses Erev shel shoshanim Nitzeh na el habustan Mor besamim ulevana L'raglech miftan. Chorus: Chorus: Layla yored le'at Veru'ach shoshan noshvak Havah elchash lach shir balat Zemer shel ahava A song of love. Shachar homa yonah Roshech ma'ale t'lalim Pich el haboker shoshana Ektefenu li. Lyrics: Moshe Dor Music: Yosef Haddar ================== Evening Of Roses Lets go out to the grove Myrrh, spices and icense Are a carpet to walk on.... The night comes slowly, A breeze of roses blows Let me whisper a song softly in your ear A song of love At dawn a dove is cooing You hair is filled with dew Your lips in the mornig are like a rose that I'll pick for myself...

To: mr.mark who wrote (6710)	12/2/2000 2:56:22 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 13020

Shelter from the Storm bobdylan.com 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair. She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed. Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose. I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."