In one of the three jugs
The three jugs where on certain evenings return
the tranquil souls,
the breaths of the ancestors,
the ancestors who were men,
the ancestors who were sages,
Mother has dipped three fingers
three fingers of her left hand:
thumb, forefinger and middle finger
I have dipped three fingers
three fingers of my right hand:
thumb, forefinger and middle finger.
With her three fingers red with blood,
with dog's blood,
with bull's blood,
with goat's blood,
Mother has touched me three times.
She touched my forehead with her thumb,
with her forefinger my left breast
and my navel with her middle finger,
I have held out my fingers red with blood,
with dog's blood,
with bull's blood,
with goat's blood,
I have held my three fingers to the winds
the north wind, the east wind,
the south wind, the west wind;
and I have raised my three fingers towards the Moon
towards the full Moon, the full, naked Moon
when she was at the bottom of the biggest jug.
I have thrust my three fingers into the sand,
into the sand which had grown cool.
Mother said: 'Go through the World, go
in Life. They will follow thy traces.'
Since then I go,
I go by the tracks,
by the tracks and on the roads,
beyond the seas and further still
beyond the sea and further, further still,
beyond the sea and beyond the place beyond.
And when I come to the wicked men,
the black-hearted men,
when I come to the envious,
the black-hearted men,
before me advance the breaths of the forefathers.
Analysis of Viaticum by Birago Diop
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