Are you a tourist or A volcanologist my dear? With a painful joy To a live volcano getting near, Do you want to pay homage To earth's nadir Conscious that beneath a sea level A sweltering heat you can bear?
Then to Erta Ale come you not why Found under Ethiopia's sky? With a style jumping high, Hitting the ground Beating drums, on their waists, Sabres tied around Afro men along with braided women, With butter greased hair, The latter ululating and clapping In a row facing each other Chant a love song “My feeling for you is strong!”
The male herd camel, While women babysit,prepare food And make short huts With tiny malleable wood.
Also dot the mirage-forming sand Huts grand.
Are you a tourist my dear Eager to see about Out of the ordinary you heard Say about multicolored magma Volcano's dust, Disgorged out of earth's crust?
Do you want to see a scenery You have not seen Since you were born, How in a motley garment Mother nature itself Likes to adorn Come then to Ethiopia, Located in Africa's horn?
Visit Erta Ale , On earth To run away from earth Enjoying its hearth. You will witness The extraction of salt In a volcano-formed fault.///