O Wind of Tizoula




O wind of Tizoula, O wind of Amsoud!
Blow over the plains and over the sea,
Carry, oh carry my thoughts
To him who is so far, so far,
And who has left me without a little child.
O wind!  Remind him I have no child.

O wind of Tizoula, O wind of Amsoud!
Blow away that desire for riches
That sends our young men away
And makes them forget the girls they've married, their mothers,
And the old ones left in the village.
O wind!  Remind him I have no child.


ANONYMOUS (Berber Woman's Song)