Imarhan
Tahabort
Separation, yet more separation and scattering.
This world, here below, burns so.
What happened to the company of the dromedary at the dimming of the day?
From Tahabort to Ehanghas,
my brothers and I, we trust each other
under the shade of the acacia trees or in the garden.
From In-Ebaghbagh to Tisras
this land where I want to to be, where there are brothers
who are grounded and know who they are.
From Letras Mania