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)