Burning Sands

Desert, sun, burning sands And there is not a drop of life-giving water, And my heart languishes with melancholy, And all the strength is running out, exhausted.

Sink your feet deep into the mound And they get badly burned, to the point of pain, Especially when you're barefoot It’s like applying coarse salt to the wounds!

...When the sands overtake us on the way, How important it is to wear shoes: The desert is snarled and in a vice It will squeeze you... and try to break free!

Dangerous for those barefoot in the sand: They will rub and cause burns; And the pulse vibrates in the temples... Oh, protect your feet in the desert!

Lord forbid! And you, alas, are barefoot, And you are not protected by the prayer of faith, Not moistened by heavenly dew... Oh, beware, because how many of those examples

Taken by surprise by the desert, Where Christians perished without nourishment, Where hearing among the sands was so deaf Without inner heart content.

When you go on a hike, Be in full sanctuary gear. Then the transition will not be scary On the road, if you encounter desert.