My beloved, the desert sand and I are alike
Prostrating and burning since our painful birth,
Where from we rippled through a roving death,
While love shades our existence at bask

We drink the sun a fake water light,
And thirsty freedom creeps to mirage's bound,
And pride moans with a cry of squalls' sound,    
While love cuddles our thoughts close and tight.

My beloved, the desert sand and I are ineligible,
Drifted and assaulted and broken up into  particles,
And carried away on echoes of discordant canticles,
Where love remains truthful for the negligible.

My beloved, the desert and I are a color of a mould
Deliberately chosen to adorn beauty and free fingers
For those who wish, the meek sweet strangers
Are melted to keep true love audacious and bold.