I set foot on the Sands of the Arabian Gulf
In Nineteen Seventy Nine;
The Sands, since then, have swallowed me up,
And consumed all of my Time;
My Time has been spent, in Work and in prayer,
Through the warm Arabian Nights;
The nights have exploded and lifted me up,
To wondrous towering heights.
The streets are all paved with 24K Gold,
In the mystic Middle East;
The Gold is so pure, spreading an array,
Of a gala sumptious fEast;
The fEasts are so many and Time has so sweetly,
Played on my favorite song;
The love songs of life, that keep on playing,
Moving me on and on.
The nights are lit up, from the skies above,
By a million or more stars;
The twinkling stars that shine out of the dark,
Are like watchful eyes from mars;
The eyes that peer neath black silk veils,
Of sweet and charming faces;
The faces of fortune, in oil rich Sands,
Of sleek and flowing graces.
How many Times have I left these Sands,
To return and roost back home;
But the Sands keep calling, luring me back,
To its great mosques and domes;
The domes that keep shining, reflecting the warmth,
Of the sizzling noon day sun;
The sun that keeps rolling, simmering the sand,
Around almost everyone.
A Home away from home, is what Ive found,
In these hot burning Sands;
The Sands of Time, that have kept me so close,
To these wonderful Arabian Lands;
The land of Prophets and a great belief,
That one man toiled and taught;
A teacher so mighty that none could defeat,
Even though, they, in vain fought.
Let me rest beneath the burning sand,
When my day is over and done;
Let my day be near, so I can lay my head,
Beneath the scorching sun;
Le the sun shine bright, through all of Time,
In this beautiful bounteous land;
Let the land flourish and grow on to become,
A Heaven on earth so grand.
Written in Muscat, The Sultanate of Oman 1992 while I was on duty with the Ministry of Defence at Seeb
Author:: Fazli Sameer
Keywords:: Sands, Work, Middle, East, Time, Oman, Muscat, Seeb, Defence, Fazli
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