A state-of-states stands above all states,
Like a tower above flat roofs
Jutting into clouds . . .
You think I am not a Lord of land
Because my home, forever mobile,
Is made of camel hide . . .
Even I – dwell high in heaven’s womb,
While it captivates my soul,
As it does a pyramid!
Even I – own as much land
As my foot can tread upon,
As long as I walk on! . . .