somewhere in barren deserts wide billow
the sands of time;
powerful winds of change sweep strong and blow the sands of time.

through countless ages long and long the shifting sands have blown;
into the days that are and beyond go the sands of time.

mid vast realms of dimensions lost the
phasing sands have gone;
throughout the very fabric of life flow the sands of time.

in the essence of all tat is the airy sands have flown;
no living thing there is that does not know the sands of time.

obscurity awaits, old Zahaar, as long you have known;
indeed, no thing in creation can slow the sands of time