I said to the king, “Let the king live forever. Why should my face not be sad when the city, the place of my fathers’ graves, lies waste and its gates destroyed by fire?”
oo waxaan boqorkii ku idhi, Boqorow, weligaaba noolow. Bal maxaa wejigaygu la murugaysnaan waayay, iyadoo magaalada ah meeshii awowayaashay xabaalahoodu ahaayeen ay baabba' tahay, oo irdaheediina dab lagu gubay?
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