1. The hills where all worries fall away,
No caravan finds rest along the way.

2. Winds blow and twist throughout the day,
Tempests swirl till night holds their sway.

3. When reins are pulled by travelers' hands,
None think to stop or make their stands.

4. Our hearts' concerns seem far away,
When people leave to end their day.

5. Eyes look but see no trace remain,
Except a little sleep to gain.

6. Her horses at dawn appear to race,
Like prey pursued with hurried pace.