T hey keep crying to their mothers, Where is corn and wine ? as they faint like wounded men in the streets of the city, as their lives ebb away on their mothers’ bosom.
Waxay hooyooyinkood ku yidhaahdaan, Meeh hadhuudhkii iyo khamrigii? Iyagoo jidadka magaalada ku itaaldaran sida dad dhaawac ah oo kale, Markii ay naftoodu kaga baxayso laabta hooyooyinkood.
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