Jaisalmer, oh Jaisalmer!
Not a lot of hassle here.
Just cows walking in the streets,
Adding smells to earthly heat,
Makes us want to drink more chai,
But "No milk!" the people cry.
All those cows yet still no milk,
All those shops that just sell silk,
Desert life's just not the same,
Camels struggling, what a shame,
To let us climb upon their backs
And if they moan they know the crack.
Driver up there perched on top
Passing songs until we stop
At water hole or shady tree
To eat a precious chapatti
Made by the men, full of pride,
Over fires with veggies fried,
In spices which do not have names,
But we don't care 'cos we have pains,
In legs and arms and even feet
From riding camels in this heat.
Three days the desert journeyed on,
We listened to the Rajputs' songs,
Passing temples, villages
Passed to us through ages.
Suddenly, the words we hear:
"See over there, sweet Jaisalmer!"