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!
The king was much moved, and went up to the room over the gate, and wept. As he went, he said, “My son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! I wish I had died for you, Absalom, my son, my son!”
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