BY SYED ADNAN AHMED
I move on, but to which end, which bend, I don’t know,
The sun comes every day, announcing the dying day,
This joyous earth mocks me, through heated sands I go.
Is there water around? Is there water around?
I see the condor flying high in the air,
Waiting for the dead that will lie ahead
To take the souls, all in me, that’s fair.
Is there green ground? Is there water around?
The dust is dancing upon the land
Making frenzy in the air, the land lies bare,
No water around, only the useless sand.
No water around? A droplet to be found?
My feet get burned in the heat,
The hands, the face, the tight embrace
Of the hellish air; quickening my beat.
Is there water around? A droplet to be found?
Nothing I long for grows here,
No songs, no tune, lifeless is the moon,
Makes my helpless heart full of fear.
Is there water around? Is there cool ground?
The divine touch is gone to a land not for man,
My soul’s in endless pain, full of black stain,
Enlighten myself no more I can.
Is there water around? Is there water around?
I move on, with a little hope in my hand,
The dust hits my eyes, gives surprise,
Nowhere to go; vast, endless is the sand.
No water around! No water to be found!
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