Last night, when I dreamt about Tahalmoyt,
Of her elegant appearance, nonchalant at dusk
In the middle of the tents,
I grabbed hold of Ebazaw and harnessed my saddle to him,
Not any just old one; it belonged to Agadez.
I donned Alacho, my most beautiful indigo turban,
And my two boubou robes.
I replaced the bolt of my padlock.
I acted like a nobleman who doesn’t hide himself away
I perfumed myself with musk and incense
I belted myself with wool and silk
I passed through a valley where the Tihardanen* played.
They made me feel happy,
And I arrived at the camp above Timadjlalen.
released February 11, 2014
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