Moorish Literature by Anonymous
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People are jealous of it,
Women are Viziers there, And men the captives." "Ténès; built upon a dunghill, Its water is blood, Its air is poison, By the Eternal! Sidi Ahmed will not pass the night here, Get out of the house, O cat!" "People of Bon Speur, Women and men, That they throw into the sea." "From the Orient and Occident, I gathered the scamps, I brought them to Sidi Mohammed ben Djellal. There they escaped me, One part went to Morocco, And the rest went down into Eghrès." "Oran the depraved, I sold thee at a reasonable price; The Christians have come there, Until the day of the resurrection." "Tlemcen: Glory of the chevaliers; Her water, her air, And the way her women veil themselves Are found in no other land." |
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