O o 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!
And the king was deeply moved and went up to the chamber over the gate and wept. And as he went, he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would to God I had died for you, O Absalom, my son, my son!
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