The moment he saw her,
He re-arranged his veil
He stopped, forgetting the road,
Until his friends became surprised.
They understood, of course
And told him he must be patient ...
Before seeing her face,
He saw her rings, her tizabatines,
He saw her necklace of amulets.
He was sick with love ...
-Tuareg Poem, Wassyla Tamzali
Azim: Parures et Bijoux Des
Pemmes D'Algerie (1984)
