The echo of strange noises

The past has flown away,
the coming month and year do not exist;
Ours only is the present’s tiny point. 

Time is but a fancied dot ever moving on
which you have called a flowing river stream.  

I am alone in a wide desert,
listening to the echo of strange noises. 

– Mahmud Shabistari (1317)

Image: Abandoned Mining Town, Namibia by Marsel van Oosten