The Sun in Xinjiang

A donkey pulling the cart
reining him up
his master smiles in the sun
his skin brown bright reflected
his white teeth laugh grinned

Just like a donkey
with no words shed out
all ways of us for no shout
we now born to the desert remote
here in Xingjiang in the sun

Riding on a donkey
let's go over to
the land beyond of the sun
the sun above the desert hot
bakes us bread for my sot

A stone of the star ruby
in a cross shines
watching it my sight does shine
for the desert clean blazing
my heart shines for amazing

The sun is very near
his girl's festival dress bright
and gay for our sight
swerving from the rut of the civilization
the donkey race for his destination