1. On horses they dispersed across the dark desert,
Riding the wilderness, plundering the dust.

2. They shun the valley's roses and springs,
Their eyes bleary until the sweet sights are drunk.

3. If rumors startle and send them packing,
Though awoken from its lids, sleep still weighs down their lids.

4. They went off leading the steeds of night, a dim host departing
Fleeing with dawn's light still trailing embers behind.

5. The caravan's trudge moans between their mounts' packs
When the night's breeze stirs and gusts through its robe.