Poem: àttaya

Yow, gan gi, bul ñibbi léggi.

Toogal ci basan gi naan ak nun àttaya.

Naanal lëwal bi, dafa wex ni noor. Soo ko naanee dinga yég ngelaw li ak tangaay wiy dam yaxi nit ñi.

Naanal naareel bi, dafa neex ni nawet wuy délusi. Soo ko naanee dinga gis ñax miy sax, soow miy ball ci leket yi ba xiif wéy.

Toogatal tuuti naan ñetteel bi ndax dafa saf suukar ni mbëggeel.

Yow, gan gi, bul ñibbi léegi. Toogal ci basan gi naan ak nun àttaya.

Stranger, don’t leave so soon.

Sit on the mat and drink tea with us.

Drink the first glass because it is bitter like the dry season. Drink and you will feel the wind that blows and heat that breaks the bones in your body.

Drink the second glass because it is gentle like the return of the rains. Drink and you will see the grass grow, the milk in the calabashes, your hunger satisfied.

Stay and drink the third glass because it is sweet like love.

Stranger, don’t leave so soon. Sit on the mat and drink tea with us.

(Traditional Tuareg poem)

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