midnight
_ Black tent , swift white mare , camel of Hejaz blood Are dear to me , are dear to me ! Dearest is my slim , unveiled one of the desert sands ! Dearest to me ! Ibla her name is ; she blazes like the sun , Like the sun at dawn , with hair like midnight shades , Oh , dear to me ! Paradise is in her eyes ; and in her breasts , enchantment . Her body yields like the tamarisk , When the soft winds blow over the hills of Nedj ! Dearest to me !