Across the burning sand dunes
Of Thar Desert in Rajasthan
Walk the gay nomads,
Singing, dancing and dreaming,
While their throats crack with thirst
And their bellies rumble with hunger...
Under the cerulean skies and the scorching sun,
Over Thar Desert in Rajasthan,
Move the valiant nomads,
Dreaming of lush forests, colourful flowers and fruits,
While their camels strain under their weight
And joy seems to be too far, far away...
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I would like to translate this poem
in the desert . dreamin of........ Dreaming of lush forests, colourful flowers and fruits, fine thoughts..... you play with contrasts and it has a strkining effect on the mind of the reader. it has affected me now. i imagine the nomads.... dreaming and singing. tony