F ear me not, because I very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.
Ha ii soo dhuganina madowgayga qorraxdu i gubtay aawadiis. Wiilashii hooyaday ayaa ii cadhooday, Oo waxay iga dhigeen ilaaliyihii beeraha canabka ah, Laakiinse beertayda canabka ah ma aan dhawrayn.
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