Sung in a simple metre of the animal's footsteps, it transfixed weary travellers on their sole objective... journey's end.
The poetry is called 'rajaz'.
It is the rhythm of the camel.
When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light and darkness takes it's place... We will pause to take our rest. Sharing songs of love, tales of tragedy.
The souls of heaven are stars at night. They will guide us on our way, until we meet again another day. When a poet sings the song and all are hypnotised, enchanted by the sound... We will mark the time as one, tandem in the sun. The rhythm of a hymn.
The souls of heaven are stars at night. They will guide us on our way, until we meet again another day. When the dawn has come sing the song, all day long.
We will move as one, bear the load on the road.
The souls of heaven turn to stars every single night all across the sky... they shine.