O vine of Sibmah! I will weep for you with the weeping of Jazer. Your plants have gone over the sea, They reach to the sea of Jazer. The plunderer has fallen on your summer fruit and your vintage.
Canabka Sibmaahow, waxaan kuugu ooyi doonaa oohin ka sii daran tii Yacser. Laamahaagii badday dhaafeen, oo waxay gaadheen xataa tan iyo badda Yacser. Baabbi'iyihii wuxuu soo dhacay midhahaagii la hor guray iyo canabkaagii.
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