The spirits of the desert

Hui! How wildly the burning clouds of dust

assaults this arid land!

Hui! On the oasis I lay, I howled and lay,

And it does not abate the day long.

The whirlwind drew me to the waters,

I lapped and lapped and the thirst remained.

The heat dries my hoarse throat,

Only blood can cool the hot mouth.

For that reason let us turn to the dusty path,

Where the traveler nears weakened by thirst.

Hui! With hot breath, he drinks noisily,

His strong blood may cool us!