Caravan To Thul
Winged wheels ring out rugged melodies along winding ways
Ripened rays on a new togetherness rise and fall, fall and rise – bright and clear.
Clear as miraged ecstasy, drifting unbound over air – seem so far, yet so near,
Ye winds of Thul, O blow far away, all the past in invisible haze.
A thousand secrets from the spins of Time, the winds from Thul have erased
And like the first look at a golden honeybee, with eagerness they stare.
In the hum of scorching desert blasts, heed a little to what message they bear
And in the chime of little camel bells, listen little ear to what they say:
They bring songs from home, beyond the hills, melody of a baby’s cries,
Fathers and children prancing merrily beneath the stars, round the fire ringing.
Sounds dispelling loneliness chain angels’ harps from crystal skies,
And past a hundred camel carts, I hear, a pair of anklets ringing.
Whispering wheels and happy heart take me far from uncared sighs,
Towards my home, O blessed Thul, my reluctant thoughts smile lingering.
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