An Hotel like if I was hearing Malher
Yes, My brother, this room is very well
I will walk and talk with the boys
Yes, My dear brother, the room is cool.
A poem like if I was writting the poem I wrote
the day I was in Fez, the days I was wandering, like a poet
In the old town, the french town, the big avenues of Fez.
Not a poem like if I was praying Al-lâh
Because I was praying Al-lâh
And I worship Al-lâh
Meanwhile I remember the Life