In the scorching sun of the wild Sahara
Where the dunes shower like The Falling Niagara
And the black scorpion so eager for flesh
Roams the desert as if on African safari
The winds howling in the void wilderness
A dead silence fills the holes of emptiness
A tingling rattle is heard behind a dune
The stinging snake gives a deadly tune
From afar looms a misty mirage silhouette
Lumbering along with blaring clarinette
The music of which gives a poetic hint
That the desert is a sea of sparking glint
The flashes show and hide a caravanserai
Going through the wild in a lined array
Seeking an oasis to unload and sejourn
Before leaving the sands in the next morn
Again the convoy resumes the long voyage
A camel is known as the ship of the desert
Sailing through vast seas of golden sands
With light steps in resolute straight trends
The caravanserai passes and the sands move
The places change and the scorpion does rove
The winds still howl in empty space and loose
A ship has passed has left a wake after a cruise
The flock travels in never ending quest
For water for peace and for the best
Once there is an oasis there we shall rest
The sun of life is burning it is just a test
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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