The pious Muslim bathes himself
Prostrates five times from dusk to dawn
Submits himself to Hidden Mystery
That can be neither named nor drawn.
At home Omar recites the verse
of Rumi and Hafeez
And after Fate cuts short the little life he leads
He'll rule a harem full of virgins:
at least ten times seven
Or so the editors of Time
would have us all believe.
To me a few score virgins seems so paltry
We're talking about heaven after all
Where absolutely nothing is impossible
And anything you wish--it will befall.
So here's the tantric Challenge of Two Cultures
Here's one place where West and East come home.
Can you invent a sexier Heaven than the Muslim?
Can you design a more voluptuous pleasure dome?
O Western he-man, show me your hottest fantasy
What turns you on so much you've got to scream
And sophisticated Western woman also
Step forth, show off your deepest sexual dream.
And Eli Lilly, Sandoz, Merck and Pfizer
Please motivate your captive PhDs
To invent new sex drugs so hot and pleasurable
They'll even bring Dick Cheney to his knees.
Challenge our Western artists,
cooks and courtesans,
Physicists, tailors, engineers and dharma bums:
Dream us a heaven, we can build it.
If we can build it, they will come.
Cast off your chains, creative friends,
WAGE TANTRIC JIHAD!
Unleash your deepest dreams of heart's delight
We'll show those benighted
Grandsons of the Prophet
What a truly joyous Western paradise is like.