I want to say your name, by Léopold Sédar Senghor
I want to say your name, Naëtt! I want to make you an incantation, Naëtt!
Naëtt, her name has the sweetness of cinnamon it’s the perfume where the wood of lemon trees sleeps.
Naëtt, her name has the sugared whiteness of coffee trees in flower
It’s the savannah which blazes beneath the masculine love of the mid-day sun.
Name of dew cooler than shade and the tamarind tree
Cooler than the quickly-passing dusk when the heat of day is silenced.
Naëtt, it’s the dry whirlwind and the dense clap of thunder.
Näett coin of gold coal of light my night and my sun
I your champion have made myself a sorcerer to name you
Princess of Elissa exiled from Fouta on a catastrophic day.