o o ubaxa engegay oo quruxdooda weyn oo ku yaal madaxa dooxada barwaaqaysanna wuxuu noqon doonaa sida berdaha beergoosadka hortiis bislaada, oo ku alla kii fiiriyaaba markuu arko iska cuno intuu gacantiisa ku jiro.
And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory That on the head of the fat valley, Hath been as its first-fruit before summer, That its beholder seeth, While it yet in his hand he swalloweth it.
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