“ Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!”
Dabaysha woqooyay, soo kac, oo tan koonfureeday, kaalay, Oo beertayda necaw ku afuufa si ay dhirteeda udgoonu uga soo carfaan, Gacaliyahaygu beertiisa ha soo galo oo midhaheeda wacan ha cuno.
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