Prayer in the Desert + 

O Lord of Bounties, melt thy heaven’s breath, + 

Which spreads its gold around the head of Death⁠— + 

Which, while it smiles, devours all living things, + 

Giving to Desolation wondrous wings: + 

Lest in the waste Arabia’s star should wane, + 

A little rain, Allah, a little rain. + 

Thou Bountiful, thy Sun is weaving fast + 

The shroud of Earth now in the sand-storm cast; + 

Earth can not weep⁠—the well of faith is run⁠— + 

Its rivers and its desert sands are one: + 

O thou Bestower, once more sustain + 

Thy sun-crowned Daughter with a little rain. + 

Quiet this rising phantom-haunted sea + 

Of sands; the Faithful from its fury free; + 

Enchain the monsters of the dire simoom⁠— + 

Let not the desert be thy children’s tomb. + 

Thou Merciful, assist us to attain + 

Our goal⁠—a little rain, a little rain! + 

Arabia’s thousand wounds to thee appeal, + 

And with our lips its gaping wounds we seal; + 

Prostrate upon the sands we lift our hearts, + 

Pierced in thy presence by thy flaming darts. + 

Thy children, Allah, in the throes of pain, + 

Pray for a little rain, a little rain! + 