A naa iska hoogay! Waayo, waxaan ahay sidii marka la soo ururiyo midhaha beergoosadka, iyo sida xaabxaabka canabka. Ma jiro rucub la cuna. Naftaydu waxay doonaysaa berdaha hore u bislaaday.
Woe is me! For I am as when the summer fruits have been gathered, as when the vintage grapes have been gleaned and there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig for which my appetite craves.
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