Away, strangers, away!
Leave the flowers of our plains
To the bees of the country.
Away, strangers, away!
O the generous One! Behold, then, the night
In which our goums shall burn powder
Close to the very douar of Yamina,
While the women are yet without their girdles,
And the horses have iron fastenings on their feet,
Before the aâtatouche[[72]] has been placed on the backs of