M y wo to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
Anaa 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.
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