I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Anigu waan hurday, laakiinse qalbigaygu waa soo jeeday. Waxaan maqlay codkii gacaliyahayga oo albaabka garaacaya, isagoo leh, Walaashayay, taan jeclahayay, qoolleydaydiiyey, tayda sanay, iridda iga fur, Waayo, madaxayga waxaa ka buuxa dharab, Oo timahaygana waxaa qoyay dhibicyihii habeennimada.
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