Hneesh

An Egyptian blues-style plea over a slow beat. The night and the eyes and the wound have broken him, and people are making fun of him; he does not know what to do. Do not hurt me, he says again and again, my heart is weak, it is forbidden. If you don't want me, leave me, but without pain. Why do you swear oaths and then gloat over me in front of people? He confesses that he has got used to her wounds, used to the pain, used to her, and asks only where to walk in order to go with her.