O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth And roll in ashes; Mourn as for an only son, A lamentation most bitter. For suddenly the destroyer Will come upon us.
Dadkaygow, joonyad xidho, oo dambas ku galgalo, oo waxaad u baroorataa sida wiil madi ah loogu baroorto, oo waxaad ku ooydaa baroor aad u qadhaadh, waayo, waxbaabbi'iyihii dhaqsuu inoogu soo degi doonaa.
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