I am a lone Bedouin and how strange this Nomadic race? <br />The legend says of Pharaoh but I have never seen them. <br />I see through my tattered tent the far away red star in altitude <br />And it must be Aldebaran. <br />I take out the old lute from my knapsack and pluck the strings. <br />My ration is poor and I dream of an Oasis nearby and I hear the sad murmur of my companion camel and its boredom. <br />We sing together the oldest bitter song. <br />' Where we have come from and where do we go? ' <br /> <br />*[You have made me for yourself, and my heart is restless until it rests in you.] <br />-St.Augustine<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lonely-night-in-a-desert/
