They dressed the table to make peace Between the Mid-East and the West With their sweet accents Lebanese And souls steeped in divine unrest With warmth and generosity With goodwill, energy and dance - With flare and audacity - Arab flamboyance, class of France - They dressed the table, and I drank And then she came, the Love's delight - In beauty walked she, and I thanked What had created such a sight: Beautiful from skin to the bone Blonde, tender, delicate and tall And I for hours sat by the phone Waiting simply to hear her call - And love within her, that made her, Was stronger than the sting of death: The beauty of her soul and form Dispelled all darkness, fear and wrath. Hello, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight! More bliss and goodness of all kinds! She walks in beauty like the light And gives glad tidings to mankind! More happy love! In her, divine Life's fervent, passionate embrace! In her eternity and time Mingle together and are blessed! Where present touches Evermore - And Inspiration makes Man true There is the freedom! There heart soars And bids mind's manacles adieu - And who was cold, then becomes warm And light of heaven never parts From her delightful, beauteous form And from her tender, loving heart. But in there they are made to live And be fulfillment of the whole! Algerian beauty! Warm and free And a delightful, loving soul. The slings and arrows and the knives When turned on end and put to flight Become the arrows of life That sow in people's hearts delight - They kill no more, they bring alive The dreams that dwell in human mind And through them world with passion rife Becomes the lot of humankind. Soul does not kindly stop for death: It only cares to stop for love Not yet to take a narrow path Or wide one: but to soar above The world with a barbaric scream And wake the neighbors underneath: Hear, people! Man can feel and dream And make here possible the bliss! We make dreams real! With our own lives We make real visions of the best! More beauteous life! More happy love! And by this humankind is blessed! We make dreams real! And in this is Our training for the future times: To know how to impart the bliss Is to know what is paradise! With dreams the soul on life makes claim - To make them real within the world Is to make live, from day to day, The truth that shapes the human soul. Algerian beauty! Warm and free - With luminosity divine - The sky within her and the sea Basking in rays of morning sun - In soul-deep eyes, in soul-light hair, In soulful gentleness and peace In dreamy, warm and tender stare - In her the present touches Bliss! Greetings, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight! More bliss and passion of all kinds! She walks in beauty - and the night Through her is filled with truth divine! Love me, and let us both eschew The iron clutch of circumstance; To Be is to make dreams come true - And that makes all the difference.