Wedding Poem I wrote for the President of our commune

I found out that the president of the commune is having a family wedding, and so I wrote a poem with my limited Tamazight.

Llwaya a txitr

fisa3 d bla lextiyar

a tdwwrxf azrou usar bdin,

welayni yat lHayat

a tzayd s dat.

Guri yat lmnnya I knni,

nna yuffan tayri;

lmnnyanu tga tayrinun

a tzayd a txitr

zund llwaya ar adur

tgim sin mddn,

welayni atgm yan.

yat lHayat s yan ul,

day kkat bla lHuDud.

Translation:

An ivy will grow

quickly and without choice

surrounding a stone until they are not separate,

but one life

continuing forward.

I have one hope for you,

for whom love has been found;

my hope is that your love

will continue to grow

like ivy until

there is no longer two people,

but have become one.

One life with one heart,

beating without end.