A nigu 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.
“ I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.’
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