In the oasis beyond the sand

Where there was no trace of land,

The shade of date palm

Bore a reflection in water very calm…

Glued to the thought in the realm of a dream

Ahura appeared and directed me to a stream.

Why leaving an oasis and tread the sand,

What shall I have in my hand?

Through the scorching heat wave,

Shall I deliver and aptly behave,

Ahura’s advice...

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