Kingdom of solitude, thou desert vast, The keeper thou of secrets of the past, For what, O Desert, was thy land accurs'd? Thy rivers dried, thy fields consumed by thirst? Thy plains in mute appeal unfruitful lie Beneath a burning, stern, relentless sky That brings its showers of life-renewing rain Unto the mount, but ne'er unto the plain. What secret guardest thou, O Desert dread? What mystery hidest of the ages dead? Doth some strange treasure lie within thy breast That thou wouldst guard from man's most eager quest? Or doth there in thy solitude abide Some mystery that Nature fain would hide? Some secret of the great creativ…
Or read it translated: 日本語 · 中文 · हिन्दी · Español · العربية · Français · বাংলা · Português · Русский · Bahasa Indonesia · اردو · Deutsch · Kiswahili · 한국어