I drove my feet through a desertWhose mirage fluttered like a host.Voracious for glory, greedy for danger, I roamed the horizons of al-Kulab. Watching time level mountainsIn its search and its hunger for me.And I saw the sparrows swiftly approach, Bolder than the onrushing wolf.They spread in the tree of my youth. I heard the flock in my branchesAnd was caught on their beaks and claws!