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.