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 doesnt 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