Only God possesses he who possesses us.
In the moonlight which makes mountains glow
Astride his camel, clothed in a tamaskanout
This one headed toward Tighemar to watch over
His wife Meloulan.
In the moonlight as you play your amzhad,
Your fingers never tiring,
May you be able to express yourself eternally.
May you live until the day
You will be surrounded by the dueling poetry
Improvised by the noble nomads
With whom I find myself.
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