T he king filled with much sorrow. He went up to the room above the gate and cried. As he walked he said, “O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”
Oo boqorkiina aad buu u naxay, oo wuxuu kor ugu baxay qolkii iridda ka koreeyey, wuuna ooyay; oo intuu sii socdayna, wuxuu lahaa, Wiilkaygii Absaaloomow, wiilkaygiiyow, wiilkaygii Absaaloomow! Hooggaygee, waan ku dhiman lahaa, Absaaloomow, wiilkaygiiyow, wiilkaygiiyow!
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