W axyaalahan daraaddood ayaan la ooyayaa, oo indhahayga ilmaa ka daadanaysa, Maxaa yeelay, kii i qalbi qaboojin lahaa oo naftayda u raaxayn lahaa waa iga fog yahay. Carruurtaydii way cidloobeen, maxaa yeelay, cadowgii baa iga adkaaday.
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
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