God can bear witness when I think of Chaghaybou
The pain in the stomach that takes hold of me
Has no other remedy than a heart-to-heart with him late at night
I love him and I love those he loves, into the life beyond
I pine for those handsome and brave wearers of double turbans!
Amongst them Ahmad, Hamad Ahad and their friend, Chaghaybou:
The same who dine on grilled ram
When I glimpse him dressed in his beautiful robes
Smelling of a mixture of perfumes...
His headdress crested, giving him the air of gazelles
That race through dunes strewn with desert gourds
If only I could become a stand in his mother's tent
That way I would never miss a moment he inhabits
Especially those when his mother is teaching him Tifinagh
In the sand
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