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 sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, “Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.”
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