“ I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My love was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet from the water on the grass in the early morning. My hair is wet from the night.’
Anigu waan hurday, laakiinse qalbigaygu waa soo jeeday. Waxaan maqlay codkii gacaliyahayga oo albaabka garaacaya, isagoo leh, Walaashayay, taan jeclahayay, qoolleydaydiiyey, tayda sanay, iridda iga fur, Waayo, madaxayga waxaa ka buuxa dharab, Oo timahaygana waxaa qoyay dhibicyihii habeennimada.
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