Night of My Nights

Play on the cymbal, the timbal, the lyre; Play with appropriate passion, fashion, Songs of delight and delicious desire For the night of my nights. Come where the so well beloved is waiting, Where the rose and the jasmine mingle While I tell her the moon is for mating And 'tis sin to be single! Let peacocks and monkeys in purple adornings Show her the way to my bridal chamber, Then get you gone 'til the morn of my mornings After the night of my nights! After the night of my nights! 'Tis the night of my nights! Play on the cymbal, the timbal, the lyre; Play with appropriate passion, fashion, Songs of delight and delicious desire For the night of my nights. Come where the so well beloved is waiting, Where the rose and the jasmine mingle While I tell her the moon is for mating And 'tis sin to be single! Let peacocks and monkeys in purple adornings Show her the way to my bridal chamber, Then get you gone 'til the morn of my mornings After the night of my nights! 'Tis the night of my nights! After the night of my nights! 'Tis the night of my nights!