IN THE DESERT
I am groping in the darkness;

Across the heaps of sands,

And down the widespread sky.

The long drawn paths mock at me,

Challenging to swallow it full length,

And thus to reach my goal.

Helpless, I stand, like an infant

Before the buffeting winddry and warm.

The horrid silence smashes my ears

Thus opening the palms to calm myself,

With the warmth of the roaring waves.