T his is the exultant city Which dwells securely, Who says in her heart, “ I am, and there is no one besides me.” How she has become a desolation, A resting place for beasts! Everyone who passes by her will hiss And wave his hand in contempt.
Tanu waa magaaladii faraxa badnayd oo feyigla'aanta ku degganayd, oo qalbiga iska tidhi, Anigaa ah, oo aniga mooyaane mid kale ma jirto. Waxay noqotay cidla iyo meel dugaag ku hoydo! Mid kasta oo agteeda soo maraaba wuu ku foodhyi doonaa oo gacanta quudhsasho la ruxi doonaa.
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