A rider
was passing a desert.

He was to deliver
an important message.

He lost his way;
he spent all he had,
all the fool and water.

He was going to die,
in that endless desert;
life and death of many,
depended on his journey.

He found an oasis,
when he was hopeless.

There he met a girl,
a shepherd girl;
she was living there
with goats and sheep alone.

She gave him bread,
some goat's milk.

The rider forgot all
about his final goal.

He fell in love with girl;
Stayed with her till death.

Did he lost his way,
The day he lost the way?

Or did he got lost,
the day he found the girl?