Desert Rose
Sting & The Police/Sting Lyrics

Hathe mada tawila
I dream of a prolonged, continuous rain, wishing for something that may never come.

Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
I dream of peaceful gardens blooming in a barren land, which may be an impossible feat.

I wake in vain
I awaken to find that my dreams may never come to fruition.

I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I long for love, but time is slipping away, making it seem unrealistic.

I dream of fire
My dreams are intense, like a fierce and unstoppable flame.

Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
My dreams are endless and unstoppable, no matter the obstacles I face.

And in the flames
Amidst the passionate intensity of my dreams,

Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
I see her alluring, mysterious presence, teasing and tempting me.

This desert rose
The woman I'm describing is like a rose in the middle of the desert, precious and rare.

Each of her veils, a secret promise
Every layer of mystery makes me more curious and intrigued, promising blissful secrets.

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
The fragrance of this woman's beauty is almost too perfect, torturing me with its unattainable nature.

And as she turns
As she moves and reveals more of herself,

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
Her movements are in sync with my deepest desires and fantasies.

This fire burns
My intense passion for her consumes me, leaving no room for rational thinking.

I realize that nothing's as it seems
In this dreamlike state, reality becomes distorted and unclear.

I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I look up to a vast and empty sky, feeling lonely and unfulfilled.

The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love
The promise of her love is like an alluring yet rare perfume, intoxicating and addictive.

Sweet desert rose
This woman, so pure and captivating, is a rare gem found in a harsh and barren environment.

This memory of Eden haunts us all
The memory of paradise lost is a universal longing that we all share.

This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall
Her temptation is like the sweet scent of the forbidden fruit, luring us into temptation and trouble.

Ya lili ah ya leel
A phrase of lament, expressing sorrow for something unattainable.