The Bedouin

Bedouin Man on horse - Jordan

Author Unknown

The air is still, the birds fly home
The sky has darkened, no animals roam
No trees, no plants, just the dunes and me,

The camels, the sheep, and my family
I love the desert and the starlit sky,
I sit on the sand and watch the clouds go by
I love the peace, it’s so quiet around,
Not a stranger in sight, no noise, no sound

From place to place I move with all that I own
This vast desert is my land, it is my home
My tent is my shelter from the heat and cold
I am a Bedouin, you know, a nomad, I’m told

I have no time for fancy clothes and toys
There’s no one to see me- no girls, no boys
I love being alone in this wide, open place
It’s like I’m in a special land, between earth and space

I don’t have many books, too heavy they’ll be
But the Quran I hold so very close to me
I meditate, I recite zikr, all my salaahs’ I pray
I am close to my Allah, throughout the day

I have no mansion, my home’s made of cloth,
No possessions I own, to earn Allah’s wrath
O Allah, please keep me forever this way
For to you, I shall come with nothing to pay
Dust unto dust – that’s what I’ll become
Till I meet You, my Lord, the Most Merciful One.