I am a lone Bedouin and how strange this Nomadic race? br The legend says of Pharaoh but I have never seen them. br I see through my tattered tent the far away red star in altitude br And it must be Aldebaran. br I take out the old lute from my knapsack and pluck the strings. br My ration is poor and I dream of an Oasis nearby and I hear the sad murmur of my companion camel and its boredom. br We sing together the oldest bitter song. br ' Where we have come from and where do we go? ' br br *[You have made me for yourself, and my heart is restless until it rests in you.] br -St.