SelfPub: When the sun goes down ...

When the sun goes down in the Tigris and Euphrates,
Into the arms of the dark of rest gives itself the capital of the Caliphate.
Night falls on the weary heat of the streets of Baghdad,
Where the slender spires of the minarets reflect the cool light of the moon
The cool breeze brings back the bliss of enjoying the dreams.
There are tales come to life, whom captivated Board Shahriyar is being Shakhrezada:
Fantasy "Nights of a thousand one" the fruits of the wonderful garden.