Lost in deserts thirsting forΒ Β Oasis destinations These mirages passing through Like the kings of old who drew Their course from constellations
Drifting through the wanderdust Across Sahara's dunes No Ra to guide me through the day Khonshu himself could not convey My weary traveler moons
A pharaoh needs no resting place When he becomes the Nile And watches pyramids of sand Slip right through each clenching hand The tombs of his divine exile