The Garden of Allah1936

Batouch:
In the desert one forgets everything, even the heart one loves and the desires of one's own soul.

Domini Enfilden:
Oh, you're a poet?

Batouch:
Oh, how pretty, Madame understands me. Yes, Madame. Sometimes I'm dizzy with the beauty of my own thoughts.

Domini Enfilden:
Perhaps, the sun has something to do with it.

Batouch:
Oh, this sun is nothing. Wait 'til Madame gets beyond the mountains and into the gates of the Sahara. There the sun blazes.

Domini Enfilden:
Let it blaze.