Three Bedouins in a desert,
Carrying sacks strapped to their shoulders,
Walking one after the other
Stooped for eternity
Like defeated soldiers.
Three Bedouins in the desert
Walk on silently,
As the wind blows now and then
And wipes out their traces.
A fine image, nicely portrayed! I'd like to know more about those people- where are they going? - why are they so bent over by life? I unfortunately don't know enough about the lives of Bedouins to connect fully with this very lovely poetic description.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice visual images this piece invokes. Have to agree with Eugene, would love to know more about these three wandering souls!