T he scorched land will become a pool And the thirsty ground springs of water; In the haunt of jackals, its resting place, Grass becomes reeds and rushes.
Oo dhulkii engegay wuxuu noqon doonaa balli, oo dalkii oommanaha ahaana wuxuu noqon doonaa ilo biyo ah, oo rugtii dawacooyinku jiifsan jireenna waxaa ka soo bixi doona caws iyo gobays iyo dareemo.
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