T o melt the heart, and to multiply the ruins, By all their gates I have set the point of a sword. Ah, it is made for brightness, Wrapt up for slaughter.
Seefta ayaan irdahooda oo dhan ku cabsiiyey, si uu qalbigoodu u dhalaalo, oo ay kufiddoodu u sii badato. Sida hillaac baa loo dhalaashay oo waxaa loo safeeyey waxlaynta aawadeed!
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