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4-Aassas(Vigil)
This poem speaks about man and nature. Why does man wait? Is he afraid of the darkness of night or the darkness of man?
Vigil of night
The rats kept me company
Vigil of night
There was only darkness
Vigil of night
Just me and a rifle
Vigil of night
People sleep
Vigil of night
Without dinner
Vigil of night
The obligation held me
Vigil of night
My turn came
Vigil of night
Like everyone’s
Vigil of night
Until the rising of the day
Vigil of night
Without knowing why
Why do I watch over the night?
Does the night need vigil?
Why do I take care of the night?
Is the night afraid of the day?
Why do I take care of the night?
Is the night afraid of darkness?
The night comes out of there all-alone
It will leave as it came
The night can extricate itself
With or without me
The night gets used to
The calm and the violence
It knows them
Me, living in the day
The night does not belong to me
Me, fallen into darkness
It was outside my knowledge
Why am I sitting in vigil?
For the night or myself?
5-DDA LMULUD
(Tribute to the writer)
5-DDA LMULUD(Tribute to the writer)
A tribute to the famous Berber writer Mouloud Mammeri, who was killed in a car accident in 1989. He was the symbol of Amazigh culture. He was our light! We looked toward him to develop and teach our language. Today we all promise him to give life to his work for the Tamazight language and our culture.
I forgot my sickness
You had passed away
My tongue is tied
Since you can no longer speak words
I must remember
The heart of writing beats no more
The sun has been turned off
In the middle of the day
Water has been poured on hot coals
Bitter cold has surprised us
The light that shone so much
Has been strangled by darkness
Oh! Road of Ain Defla
I will shun driving through you
Oh! Road of Ain Defla
If I were a rock, I would stone you
Oh! Road of Ain Defla
You are the one who broke my heart
If you were the true way
You would not have gone out of the way
You would not pierce the water-skin
Water would not have poured out
But since you left us wailing
Remember you cut us from our roots
The jackal will howl against you
You will not hear birds sing
Water will flood you
In big streams, they will come pouring
Since you sacrificed Dda Lmulud
The River of Shlef will surround you
Even though he was taken away
The writing he left is like a fountain
With its waters, we take baths
So that our learning will be pure
Our minds will have no handicap
Grains will recognize the waste
On February 28
Passion surrounded the Djurdjura mountains
Young and old were present
At the funeral of Dda Lmulud
At the grave, sadness was present
Even if he left Tamazight still crawling
That day, there was anger in the air
In us it was boiling
That day, all roads
Were leading people to At-Yenni
Some by car, some by foot
At Tawrirt, they all met
At Tizi, shops were all closed
Sadness had overtaken the city
We did not bury his body
We have planted his treasure
Its roots have spread generously
To hold strongly the Land of Tamazgha
So that no mudslide will threaten us
We live through him, he lives through us
I swear by Si Muhand
Who swore to break but not bend
I swear by Chikh Muhand
Who sculpted words like a torch
That the language for which you fought
Will be written………. and written
6 - TIQIT B AMAN
(Drop of Water)
6 -TIQIT B AMAN (Drop of Water)
A small drop of water can become a river. A small problem could become a catastrophe. This could happen to anyone. If we do not help the person who needs help, we could be in his position. Anything can happen in life.
The Drop of water
Became many drops
That made a full stream
Streams go to the river
If the river catches you, you drown
Me, I am inside the river
I am inside the river
I swim, I swim
With which hand do I start to swim?
I fell into the river
With which hand do I fight?
It happened to me like a flood
Who was taken by the inundation?
When the winter was bad
Why did that drop of water fall?
It fell
When the heavens were full
It fell
When the heavens were broken
I fell down in the water
I believed in the water, and from that belief
I suffer in my heart
From the clean water
I went to the dear ones
I could not see my face inside the water
Today they are in trouble
They troubled our waters
I used to believe the water was a friend
But it is just a story
He who believes in water
Knows nothing
I was betrayed by the water
Do you know that?
I was like water inside water
But not anymore
From the drop of water
We find ourselves in flood
Flood does not forgive you
Nor does the river
All of us, we could drown in the river
If we eat ourselves
All of us, we could drown in the river
If we do not assist those others in danger
He, who thinks it is game, tries to cross the river
A drop of water can awaken us
A drop of water can trouble our dreams
A drop of water can become a flood
The inundation does not forgive us