1. The stars marched on, their brightness fading,
The winds blew listlessly, their vigor abating,

2. Swaying the staff as if it were
A supple bough of ebony bending.

3. The camels' evening draughts slaked their thirst
As they kneaded the sand with each measured treading,

4. While the noble Hashemite stood guarding,
His glance always watchful, attentive, unbending.

5. Not till frontiers rose to divide us
Did I realize I was forlorn, forsaken,