Namania

I go to my little black girl My little Moorish girl with ebony skin The star that shines in the shade of the tomonon * The unique beauty of the Moorish region I go to Aiché, the Moorish girl Oh, thank you God! To have put her on my path That all envious pass Because I do not want to lose her like I lost the great cailcedras* on the banks of the river Kayidin I am afraid you will disappear from my sight Where are you then my little ebony girl? Are you dancing on the festival square? Namania, despite your aquiline nose, your limpid eyes Your slenderness, your long neck Your long arms, your clear skin You will never equal the little black ebony girl Mama Djombo! guardian of young initiates Come to my aid... she is so beautiful. (* types of trees found in Kayes, Mali)