1. A land whose road is twisted like torn cloth,
Its valley joints are covered with fine sand.

2. I tried to find it at night but no guide led me there,
No informer was good at describing it.

3. Near the rise of Sirius it has some comfort,
As if its mountainsides have built nests.

4. In it are white water skins hardened
By a giant for the deaf rock therein are pegs.

5. And we passed till the water was ended
And the torrent had left what it would leave.

6. In it are blue pools, little dirt,
The water had uncovered its sides, so it wanders astray.

7. In it are paths from ancient waters
With sources they no longer have springs.