Rays of dawn made the desert an ember
As the heart of an early expatriate
Who, came here leaving the heaven
With the heart as an ember in oven.
Noon made the desert a furnace
And the mind of his was vigorous
With a fire within him burning
Ready to do whatever he was given.
Night dressed like the women in Arabia
Moonlight on desert made his head grey
He didn’t knew that ages were passing
He and camel were lonely in the desert.
As the heart of an early expatriate
Who, came here leaving the heaven
With the heart as an ember in oven.
Noon made the desert a furnace
And the mind of his was vigorous
With a fire within him burning
Ready to do whatever he was given.
Night dressed like the women in Arabia
Moonlight on desert made his head grey
He didn’t knew that ages were passing
He and camel were lonely in the desert.
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