Bring me back,The one love lost
Or the most red rose.
...
Sun on his back,
Face on the sand,
Lay a slave from Nile,
Who destiny crossed
Saving a rose
Under his breast
From leering desert eyes
And early dawn's frost
....
.......remaining part will follow.. summary is .... [ he stays in same positon for days and and days and weeks... until Sun and heat burns his body and desert sand covers him and what remains is a small mount of sand there... after few months a rose shrubs grows in that place in the middle of desert.... and flowers the most red rose across the whole Sahara ]
