We Care in Silence - Ghenname Zohra

People are deaf
they cover their ears for not to hear
the taken life

The Revenants - Mohamed Sehaba

We had chased them
because they held the words
still tangled with seaweed, with earth
or attached to spears.

Hymn to Boudiaf - Lounès Matoub

For so many years far from your country!

You revolted, you turned against tyranny

We were waiting for the new clearness from you

about what the criminals had devoured

but behind you, death rose up

guided by unforeseeable traitors

Miserable ones, may he remind you of it--  

you are the ones who lit the furnace.

I Don’t Have Time - Souad Massi

I have been told that life is beautiful

But me, I find it cruel sometimes

The dark smoke has taken the place of the sky

Compassionate, You are the most merciful - Si Mohand ou-Mhand

Compassionate, You are the most merciful

Glory to You the Almighty

Master of countless crowds

This World Open - Mohamed Sehaba

After infinite abandonments this world open.

Nothing but the cold isthmus, nothing but the sea

that abandons everything and embraces only death.

Layla - Ahmad al-Alawi

Full near I came unto where dwelleth
Layla, when I heard her call.
That voice, would I might ever hear it!

Adoration of the Palm Trees - Jean el Mouhoub Amrouche

At night the palm trees shed heavy tears.
Their shadows bend over the sea
Nearly soundless like the scattered souls that weep
In the serene immobility of the stars.

The Crazed Hour - Mohammed Dib

The crazed hour roams. Dark
You will recognize her
By her pall of dark hate,
Her pull of wind and cries.

Holy Spirit Prayer - Saint Augustine

Breathe in me, O Holy Spirit,
That my thoughts may all be holy.

Kassaman (We Pledge) - Moufdi Zakaria

We swear by the lightning that destroys,
By the streams of generous blood being shed,
By the bright flags that wave,
Flying proudly on the high mountains,
That we have risen up, and whether we live or die,
We are resolved that Algeria shall live -
So be our witness—be our witness—be our witness!

Four times azure and five - Habib Tengour

Sand stone or mineral ultramarine blue
memory attaches to its rays
frail trace of a camp
to cross our lives set out in a mirror
just as hachures fade to grey
and the sky is colour sterile