Aghbalu N Muhammad
 
avbalu n mupmad
awyi zars arbi
 
awyi ẓars arbbe
“Aghbalu” is a traditional song rooted in the rich
Amazigh heritage that is traditionally performed during wedding ceremonies.
It serves as a heartfelt invocation, expressing the aspiration
to be transported to the heavenly abode where
the Prophet Muhammad resides.

idda ccabab igellin uwint waman 
zrinkm-id a mma tigellint tmerrt ar ttumumt
iceqqa umziray yuwiten umda 
d taḍḍangiwin ih a ddunit 
iffɣ-km laman yaws-am zzman 
izd azzaman tudjit ayt-ma 
fkan i tillas fellend tiguḍiwin

The youth were lost in the depths of the turbulent sea, Leaving you, dear mother, in sadnesand sorrow. How difficult is the parting, The sea took them, and the waves engulfed them, Oh, world, safety has fled from you, and time has aided you. Oh, time, it mad my brothers to confront the darkness and leave their problems and burdens behind.

Adrar, a adrar!

Adrar a amezwar!

Adrar a adrar!

Adrar a akaswar!

Isem-nnek illa idder

G tasa, da t-nbedder.

Illi-k ayd tga tlelli

Aɣbalu-nnes d unelli.

Mecta ay k-inser waldun!

Iɣwm’ak uksum d wadun!

Kes-asen i yimezdaɣ n yiɣil!

Gan tabanka i umzil.

Adrar, a adrar!

Adrar a amezwar!

Adrar a adrar!

Adrar a akaswar!

MOUNTAIN

Oh dear mountain!

You are the winner!

You are the volcano!

Your name is alive,

It is often mentioned!

Freedom is your daughter.

You are its spring or brain.

How many bullets you’ve got!

How you were smeared

with flesh and fat!

Protect these inhabitants

of the heights!

They are like the blacksmith’s apron.

Oh dear mountain!

You are the winner!

You are the volcano!

Ayenna ukzeɣ ad tt-iniɣ

Meqqar itgam d-aheddawiy

Tidett aẓaẓa xef unelli

Ur da tt-ittasi menwala

Kwenni tedderm am ferṭeṭṭu

Nek, ad geɣ lbaz g igenwan

Tudert n tillas ur tt-riɣ

Ur nerḍi yad tameddallut

Netfaṛ tirrugza g umezruy

Timmuzɣa tella jaj n wul

Imaziɣen iwda n gar ili

Izerfan, ad nili amur.

Errant

I will say what I think.

I don’t care about your prejudices.

The truth is indeed bitter,

but I was born to speak what is real and true.

you cherish the darkness, like bats.

However, I will live free as a falcon.

I hate life without freedom.

We refuse to bend.

We will follow the path traced by our ancestors.

This lives deep in our hearts.

Wake up, it’s time to fight to exist.

مشينا اخويا مني كتلو لي
لحباب بغاو اعرو لرسام
ماكدبت على فراقهوم
طول سنين باكي خمام
نبكي بكي الضيم للعين
حرمت النبي وزيار المقام
تجعل يا ربي وطننا في الهناء
ونكونو حنا في الحيا

 
The song’s lyrics talk about a journey with brotherhood, love, security, peace, and a desire for happiness and prosperity in the homeland. This song originates from a traditional Moroccan music style called Arabic for “Rokba”, which is a collective dance relying on a set of movements and the recitation of sung poetry by both men and women together. “Rokba” is an authentic art form from the Daraa Valley southeast of the Moroccan Kingdom, stemming from emotions conveyed through poetic verses.

Bismillahi ar ki yader kiwan
Ḥorma ilahi snmi lyam
Adur yaf umhsad maytini-ya,
illa lkhir, illa lkhir, illa lkhir,
Sndoddi snḏuq a-sid ljid
Ansɣ ismg ula tawaya
illa lkhir, illa lkhir, illa lkhir,
Mrtsul iymmi sawen-d iwiɣ
Lhnna s-iclfan ntduli
illa lkhir, illa lkhir, illa lkhir,
Ẓṭaɣd aymmi tiɛbanin
ikkad usmmid tidrarin
illa lkhir, illa lkhir, illa lkhir.

GOODNESS EXISTS
Name of god, we always mention it
Please my God make my days good
That my envy dose not finds what
they will say
Goodness exists…
Open the box SID ELJID
We hired someone to help,
you never will be a maid
Goodness exists…
If my mother is alive,
I could bring you
Big bags full of Henna
Goodness exists…
Please dear mother,
weave more warm clothes
To face freezing storms
of the mountain

Arḥal ar ismummuy
Ira amawas
Isutar stɣn s-uẓaẓa
Aǧwen isras
Iǧan toggas-nes
Iǧ ifriǧ i-uḏrrass
Machan iǧlin
Tǧulan dis adɣas
Dern meden ɣ-tmariwen
Rmin assas
Ariẓad lhm dlhul
Ntta ijjawn tillas

NOMAD
The Nomad raises his voice,
Seeking aid and guidance,
Depleted of resolutions,
He can no longer bear the burden of
this endless journey.
Exhausted and consumed by sorrow
and despair,
They find themselves dwelling in a
state of perpetual lamentation,
Having endured this ceaseless voyage
to the point of saturation

Ṣlla ɛla muḥḥmed Ayd yufen iwaliwen-a
Dinna g t nniɣ ur sar ɛdimɣ iwaleiwen-a
A tislit a tadla n zɛefran a mays-a a tin nwar yiwyid uzal s amalu nnem-a
A yajemmuɛ nna-d akw igern tasurift-a Neɛlat kullu iblis Ad iffeɣ awal inw-a

Pray for the Prophet Muhammad It is the best sentence. 
Whenever I say it I will never use offensive terms. 
Oh, bride!  You are like a bunch of saffron Oh, her mother!  
You’re like a bunch of cloves. The heat of the noon led me to your shadow. 
I appeal to all of you  who are present here: Don’t stop blaming the devil To keep it away from my words!

شفنا شي ناس
شفنا شي ناس فالدنيا ما ترحم
تقدر تموت بين عينيهم
سيدي ربي يا العالم هذو راه ناس ماترحم
واخا تبكي تشكي تسيل الدم شي احن شي مايرحم

We’ve seen some people
We’ve seen some people in this world
Shows no mercy
You can die in front of their eyes
My Lord, this people have no mercy,
even when you cry, complain, and
blood flows,
there’s nothing tender or merciful
about them.
Oh God, we implore you to keep all
evil away from us
there are people with hearts that
show no mercy.

Dounia tskarhaɣ,
nmmaɣ net fllas
Aya, ya, yam
Tnfkam i-lḥurobat,
a ulawen ɣuccanin
Ima niyet urtid isḥaḏir yan i-yan
Aya, ya, yam
Zawit mantǧa, d-usmammi n-imuḍan
Tanna ukan ɣ-labas taɣi tayya
Aya, ya, yam
Giɣawen arkid,
ak-raran isiwan
Ula tiksarin nga lɛar innik-kusiɣ
Aya, ya, yamm

LIFE
We hated this world.
Yet, we wrestle with it.
Aya, ya, yam
Where are you heading in these wars?
O you whose hearts are filled with deceit.
Do you think genuine intentions don’t exist among you?
Aya, MOTHER “Immi” is a song inspired by Amazigh heritage, representing a deep cultural legacy, where this artistic creation is considered a cornerstone through which the performers seek to add an artistic touch and spread a set of human values within these verses. Women chant these melodies at traditional weddings in some regions of Morocco. This Amazigh cultural rhythm has been merged with a global rhythm to give the song a global artistic touch. These verses are poems chanted by women to the bride as she leaves her family’s home towards her husband’s home, while also encouraging her to leave her family’s home to begin her journey towards establishing her own home. This tradition is part of the well-known Amazigh cultural heritage and is highly popular among various tribes of the Souss region.ya, yam
‘ZWIT’ – How do you feel?
With pain and the meanings of the sick people. Despite our efforts to emerge peacefully,
we find ourselves engulfed in new pains
Aya, ya, yam
I left you to overcome your hardships
To return from your slumber.
The heart would be ashamed to carry you again. Aya, ya, yam

MOTHER 

“Immi” is a song inspired by Amazigh heritage, representing a deep cultural legacy, where this artistic creation is considered a cornerstone through which the performers seek to add an artistic touch and spread a set of human values within these verses. Women chant these melodies at traditional weddings in some regions of Morocco. This Amazigh cultural rhythm has been merged with a global rhythm to give the song a global artistic touch. These verses are poems chanted by women to the bride as she leaves her family’s home towards her husband’s home, while also encouraging her to leave her family’s home to begin her journey towards establishing her own home. This tradition is part of the well-known Amazigh cultural heritage and is highly popular among various tribes of the Souss region.

Igenna nnem iṣfa 
Azal nnem irɣa 
Iḍ nnem issudda 
Meqqar mmuddiɣ, 
Han ul ihul fellas 
Gan mdden yat tawja 
Abda manen i lhem 
Munen d-ubrid 
Han mdden nnem da-smerḥeban s-winna d-iddan 
Laman illa 
Tafukt nnem tuggad 
Ur tentil i yemudal 
Meqqar mmuddiɣ han ul ihul fellas 

DESERT 

Your sky is clear, 
Your day is warm, 
Your night is bright. 
Even if I travel away, 
My heart is always in the desert. 
Your people live as one family, 
Taking care of each other, 
Loyal people, 
Your people open their arms to everyone who comes to visit. 
Safety exists, 
Your sun’s shine It can’t be stopped by the plateaus. 
Even if I travel away, My heart is always in the desert.

Ira lḥal amuddu!
meqqar tallat a-tiṭṭ!
Larzaq ad tyudjan
tga asaggas i-wul inu
Ffreɣ i tayri nnem iseggwasen aya
Azenzaṛ n tafukt ibbi fllatneɣ
Yulid Wayyur
Nttta d itran
Ammas n tillas
Irẓemd i tifawt
Giɣ amm uɣrib
Mi zlan iberdan
Da tteqleɣ g-tillas
Ad ifaw uzal
Macan ggutent tillas
Neṛja diksent tifawin
Ul ɣran i tamunt
Tga aseggwas i wul inw

MOON
The travel on plan
Even the eye cry
Destiny imposed it I hid from your love
For years
The sun chain
Cut off from me
The moon is raised
Company with stars In the middle of the dark And gave their beams I become like a stranger That lost his way I wait in the dark
Until daylight
But the darkness is too much
Hoping it will provide me with some light
My heart is calling for you