Only God possesses he who possesses us…
In the moonlight which makes mountains glow,
Astride his camel, clothed in a Tamaskanout,
He headed toward Tighemar to watch over
His wife Meloulan.
In the moonlight as you play your imzad,
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.
...from a song off the CD Ikewan, Tuareg Memories, a haunting collection of traditional Tamasheq music...can be found at Amazon.com
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