Awake, I walk the open sands.

I can not sleep, do you understand?

Above me yet I see First Moon,

High shining green upon the ground.

Jerboas* skitter past the dunes

While the hawk's keen eye finds them fast.

Wind brings with it a smell of storms,

Seen dark upon the horizon

Is Hulasikali Wala,

The tempest that tears flesh from bone.

Quickly now I run toward the rocks,

Seeking the shelter they provide.

The sky's own rage carries dust past

As I crouch, hidden in shadows.

After the sands settle once more,

Over tall dunes I head for home.