A troop of ants walking in a vertical line,
They take a long trek from north to the direction of northwest.
They cross the great desert of hunger and thirst.
Their life is near the grave of death, like nose to mouth.
Yeeh! Sound the metal-rod. They are scared,
For the entire womb, incubated, they are innocent eggs.
Left-to-left, raised to right, they are terrified.
Wonder and marvelous miracle shown.
Look, the great dark cyclonic dust. Surprising!!
The rain falls with heavy beams of light.
It frightens them.
West to east – no escape.
The thunderstorm chokes them, electrifies them
How will they save their life?
From north and south deep depression
Screaming, yelling, turn to their laughter.
For them, heart, eyes, ears, legs are the entire life.
Night passes and day appears, still keep pot boiling,
Run behind nowhere, run ahead. The rays of metal particles
Blind them. They fall like the leaves of a winter season.
A handful of bowls becomes half. This indicates their total number.
Eewa! They breathe on one nose, amazingly!!
Before that, crossing the desert was like strolling on a deep pit
Of dragon fire!! Praisingly “Lord of the Poor” raised his hand.
Big and serious empty stomachs are upon them, upon them.
Within a second, nature responded to them.
A bird flew from nowhere and dropped sacks of maize to them.
They didn’t know what or how.