Jirid Af

Calimaax iyo Cawrola’

2012-02-11T14:48:00.000+01:00

Cawrola’ay gacalo,

Cawrola’ay jawharadaad ahayd, jamadtay laabtaydu,

Waxaad ahayd jannadaan raboo, jawda u lehaa,

Ha yeeshee, jacayl waxaa ka adag, calafka jaangooyeha.

Cawrola’ay! – naxariistii janno, Alle siiyay!; hoygii janno, Alle geeyay!;Ilaahay raxmaddiisu ugu roonaayay! –, waxaad iga gudoontaa, anoo uurka iyolaabta kaaga ooyaaya, salaan kalgacal oo kasha iyo laabta ka soo go’day. Middakale, waxaan kaa baryayaa oo kaa codsanayaa inaad i saamaxdaa oo haddaannaftaada sababay iga raalli ahaadtaa, waayo maalintaan badda kaa soo saaraysaacaagaan ahaa, maantana geeridaadaan sababteeda ahay.

Cawrol’ay dabayshayda doraadee, bari ma geeriyoodtay,

Daartii aakhiro la hubay’iyo, dagalkii maw fooftay,

Oo ma dardaarankaad tiraa, dacar i leefsiiyay.

Mar haddaad Cawrola’ay geeriyoodtay oo aakhiro u hoyadtay anaad igudhaaftay jacaylka diifahiisii iyo doogahiisii.

Ogaway! Jacayl dihashadiisa waa, dab’iyo naar,

Ogaway! Waa soo duxanayaan, daqaradiisii,

Ogaway! Waa doogaan lehayn, daawo’iyo baan.

Waxaan ahay Cawrola’ay, nin ogsoon ama dareen ka qaba inuu sababay naf uudaawadeeda hayay, oo markaas damiirkiisa dab iyo shiil lagu hayo oo kaqoomamoonaya sagleelkii iyo saymahii dhacay oo uu mas’uulka ka ahaa.

Ogaway! Damiirka’iyo qalbigu, way danqanayaan,

Ogaway! Damaan ka ahay indhahoo, daal la dhacayaa,

Ogaway! Anigaa dulmiyayoo, dilay xabiibtay,

Ogaway! Anigaa daldalayoo, danbi i haystaa,

Ogaway! Daynaan qabaa, layga daaynayn,

Oo waxa dayradaas dhigayba, waa dibaw dhacaygii.

Cawrola’ay, haddaan axarto xaajada, anoo danbiga iska leh oo aanancudurdaaranayn, misana waxa u mas’uul ahaa saymahii dhacay iyo waxaadan ogaynintaad ifka joogtay oo kaa dahsoonaa. Waxaasoo ahaa wax la yiraahdo aqoondarioo aniga buro ii ahayd, oo aan ogaaday maalintaan xaashidaada helay. Waxaanmaalintaas ogaaday inaanay doqannimo iyo dullinimo kale jirin, aan aqoondariahayn.

Cawrola’ay ninkaan deelka’iyo, daalka kala soocin,

Inkastuu dircoon yahay haddana, doqannimaw dhab,

Ogaway! Aqoondaradu, waa dulli’iyo leelleel,

Waa darxumo’iyo hoog ninkay, dacalka saartaa,

Waa dunqaaro waawaynee haddaan, laga digtoonaan,

Ogaway! Daacuunka’iyo ka daran, dabargo’iisii.

Sidaad ogtahay, waxaad Taleex iigu soo dirtay xaashi jacayl oo qaayo leh,oo aanay murtidii ku qornayd macaankeedii iyo miraheedii innaba wax la quuroahayn. Xaashidaas waxay igu taftaaftay jacayl iyo maxabbo iyo kalgacal aananhore kuugu hayn. Waxaase nasiibdari ahayd Cawrola’ay, aqoondaradayda aawadeedainaan aqrisan waayay xaashidii, oo aan markaas u dhiibay niman aanu daris cusubahayn oo aanan kayna isla doonayn. Waxayna xogtaydii la ogaaday igugayeeysiisay in bari guntiisa la iga tuuryeeyo, meeshaan Xiis iyo meeshaaddaganayd ka soo beegi lehaa. Bari markaan tagayna, duulimaadkii DaraawiishtuIngiriiska ku kacinaysay baan qayb wayn ka qaadtay, hase ahaadtee, intaananxeeb iyo doonyahii wax ka qabsan ayaa la i dhaawacay oo mayd ahaan la iigatagay. Muddo dheerna oo aan ka soo gayoon waayay, waxaan ku noolaa cidla’ciirsila’ oo calafkaygu iyo cuntadaydu ahaayayn caleenta iyo miraha Caleed.Waxaana wahal ii ahaa habar dugaag oo dhan, habaarqabaha shabeelna habeen buu isoo miray oo haaro iga jeexay, anoo tii Ilaah jooga oo bawdada ka jaban. Sikastaba ha ahaadtee, wax kastana aan la kulmee, Ilaah iga soo badbaadeedhibahaas i helay, laakiinse waxaan uga jeedaa oo ay sabab u yahiin Cawrola’aydib u dhacii aan dib kaaga dhacay oo ku soo gaari waayay, intaan aroos aadanraalli ka ahayn laguu hoyn. Cawrola’ay, waa ii qoomaamo iyo ciil aanan ka ladikarayn inaad jacaylkayga dartiisa u geeriyoodto!

Warqaddii daboolnayd markii, daaha laga qaaday,

Oo dareenku galay uunkii, duq iyo waayeelka,

Ogaway! Dul’iyo layga tuur, dali dhaadheera;

Daraawiishta heegani markay, bari duleedisay,

Haddaan dayr lay dhigin ama, dabin lay qodin,

Ogaway! Daryeel’iyo aroos’iyo, daraj ma waaydayn;

Inkastaan dagaal’iyo ku jiray, duulan’iyo weerar,

Inkastay i daarshayn kuwaan, dariska wadaagaynay,

Ogaway! Anigaa dayacay, dahab la mooddii;

Waxiise Daa’inkay qorayaan, abad ku daaynayn,

Nin darwiisha waa lagu yaqaan, dirarta gaaleed,

U daryeel dalkaagii hadday, dano iga gaartay;

Duur waxaan ku noolaa baryayoo, dibadda meerayay,

Waxaan caleen daaqayayoo, doogga guranayay,

Bawdada waxaan duubayayoo, kali is daaweeyay,

Dabaysha’iyo fooraha waxaan, dagal madoobaaday,

Waxaan atoor dilanayayoo, dabin u tuuryeeyay,

Waxaan “dab waayay” la baxayoo, madag intaan doontay,

Waxaan biyaha doonayoo, oon i dili gaaray,

Darbi dhagax waxaan xaartayoo, kali is duubayay,

Dabaxiir shabeela wuxuu, igu dul meerayay:

Danbi kuma lehayn Cawrola’ay, dibaw dhacaygii.

Ogaway Cawrola’ay, inkastoo hadda adiga iilka laguu hoyay, inaanu jacaylkiiku helay madi ahaanaynee, uu aniga igu reebayo diifahiisii iyohiirtaanyooyinkiisii, oo aan lagaba yaabin inaan muddo ifka kaaga danbeeyo.

Ogaway! Haddii dirarku dhaco, dayaxu ma gadmayn,

Ogaway! Haddaan daaqu baxin, duunyo la cayrawyay,

Ogaway! Waxaan kaa danbayn, labo diraacood,

Afartaasi wayga dubnaxid, dharigu hayn waayay,

Oon deegay gacaladay, baroordiiqay,

Afar kalena wayga ducee, balaan daliileeyo!

Cawrola’ay, samadoo onkadeeysay’iyo saylaanka hilaaca’iyo sibaaq-khayli la moodyay;soodhawaadka waaga’iyo qoraxdoo soo baxi doonta sagalkeeda lehayday; Suuge iyoMaanyoo soormawaaydo ku hoortay, oo saxansaxada uduggeeda lehayday; sanqaroorkaqornaa’iyo suniyo baciida lehayday; siijeedkii dhisnaa’iyo soojeedkii qumanaa,iyo shabeelka sacodkiisa lehayday; simanaanta Maraaga’iyo dherarka Siiqalehayday; soogaanta darmaanoo gu’sooraha daaqday, sideeda guudku sayn ahaayay;gudguduudka sagaaro, soohdinta sararteeda, midabkeedu sansaanyay; sida Waylosubkenasubaxdii wirwiraya, Soomaali hablaheedu quruxay ka sinmaanee, sadbursiinyo ku lehayday,quruxdeedu sugnayday; siraadkii indhahaygaw, si wanaagsan u seexoo; malaa’iktiisafsafnayd’iyo “sallallahu, Rasuulkii” ku sagootiyee, heedha!

Cawrola’ay, marna saacaaga ahaa, marna sababtaada ahaa. Marna saacaagaahaayoo, markaad saxariirtay oon sacabada kugu qaaday, markaas saacaagaan ahaa.Marna sababtaada ahaayoo, godkanaad silic jiiftid anigaa sababtiisa ahaa; oowaa sad Eebe qorayee, iga saamax ahaw! Ducadayduna waa:

Dariiqii Siraadoo ahaa, daliig sansaankeedu,

Oo dabreeya wixii daalimoo, dali ka tuuryeeya,

Durduro laguu mari, adaan dibaw u cabsoonayn;

Dacwaddii lagaa dhaaf Catiidoo, wax dareen waydiiyo,

Raqiibna kugu da’ayoo ku daay, duri markuu waayay,

Danbi ma lehidee Eebahay, darajo kuu yeel.

Waanigaa dal dheer uga imid, inaan duceeyaa,

Waanigaa dul suray xaashidii’iyo, dooddaan qoray,

Waataas dadawdayee dadyahaw, ducada aamiin dhah!

Durdurkii Firdawso’iyo u hoyo, togag durduraa,

Ku dabaalo wabigii jannada, damal hareeynaysan,

Ku diihaalbax miro diir la’aadaad, dibinta leefaysid;

Ilaahay dugaal’iyo ku sii, malab durduraa,

Kaa hiraabi deeqdiisee waa, daraarta xoolaad,

Waxaad doontidoo idil Ilaah, dacalka kuu saar.

Waanigaa dal dheer uga imid, inaan duceeyaa,

Waanigaa dul suray xaashidii’iyo, dooddaan qoray,

Waataas dadawdayee dadyahaw, ducada aamiin dhah!

Rasuulkii Ilaah daris la naqo, daraj Allaw yeelay,

Diyaafadaha kuu dhigayee malaa’ik, daacadoo joogta,

Waxaad dunida waaydayoo idil, daleel lagaa sii.

Waanigaa dal dheer uga imid, inaan duceeyaa,

Waanigaa dul suray xaashidii’iyo, dooddaan qoray,

Waataas dadawdayee dadyahaw, ducada aamiin dhah!

Dar Alluu ka yimid mawtiga helay, dahabtaydii,

Arli durugsanaan jiray markay, darin qaadayn,

Haddaanse ku daakiray halkay, kali ku duugnayd;

Qabriyahaw daboolani adaan, cidi ku daaynayn,

Dimmigaada tahayee, dayax la moodi,

Yay dareemin hiirtaanyo’iyo, dilal kaloo raaca,

Yay dareemin hiirtaanyo’iyo, dilal kaloo raaca!

Cawrola’ay gacaladayay, waxaan ku soo gabagabeeynayaa warqaddan oo ahtaadii aad iigu soo dirtay markaan gurigii dariiqada joogay, oo aan dhinaceediikale jawaabtan kuugu qoray, ee iga gudoon ugu danbeeyskii ducadan, marhaddaynu, waa amarka Ilaahayee, ifka isku waaynay, oo inkastoo aan kalgacal kuuhayay, adina i jacelayd, aynuse, waa tu Ilaahayee, is hanan waaynay oo calaf iskayn seejiyay.

Ogaway! Waa sidaad u sheegtayee, anna aan u sheegay,

Waynoo daartii aakhiro, iyadaa cidina daaynayn,

Oo ogaway! Waxaan kaa danbeeynayn, labo diraacood.

Waa gacaliyahaa Calimaax,

oo hoygaagan duljooga.

Translated in English:

Beloved Cawrola’,

O Cawrola’, you were the jewel for which my heart craved,

You were the Paradise I wanted and for which I called;

But preordaining destiny is stronger than love.

O Cawrola’! May God grant her the mercy of Paradise, may he take her to adwelling-place in Heaven, may he be most generous to her in his compassion!

O Cawrola’, accept this loving salutation, which comes straight from myheart as I weep for you, stricken with deep-felt grief. I ask you to forgiveme, I beg you to pardon me, if I brought about your death, for though I was thecause of this, yet I was the cause of your deliverance when I wrested you fromthe sea.

O Cawrola’, two days past I followed the wind, losing myway – did you not die then?

Did you pass to the Other World, place of certainty, andto the encampments there?

Did not the words of your last message make me taste thebitter aloe?

You died, Cawrola’, and retired to the Other World for your night’s rest,leaving me behind to suffer from the effects of old wounds and the injuries oflove.

Know that the pains of love are fire, and the flames ofhell,

Know that the head-wounds have re-opened and are onceagain wet,

Know that this is an old injury for which there is nomedicine, no cure.

O Cawrola’, I am a man who has come to know and comprehend that he has causedthe death of someone he had the power to cure. I am a man whose mind has beenset on fire and seared, who rues the misfortunes and disasters for which he wasresponsible.

Know that I smart from the pain of my heart and my mind,

Know that my eyes are blinded, and exhausted I sway fromside to side,

Know that it was I who brought distress to my beloved,and killed her!

Know that I was who killed her, and the sin is on me,

Know that I owe a debt from which I shall not bereleased,

Know that it was my tardiness which caused herbanishment.

O Cawrola’, though I am plainly guilty, and I offer no excuses for myself,yet if I think back to the truth of the matter, there was one thing that wasassuredly the main cause of the disaster that happened; you knew nothing of itwhen you were living in this world, for it was screened off from your sight.That thing is called ignorance, and ignorance I had in abundance, but I onlyrecognized it on the day the letter reached me. On that day I realized thatthere exists no worse foolishness, nor affliction, than ignorance.

O Cawrola’, a man who can’t tell one letter from another,for whom daal and deel are one,

May well be a man of valour, yet he is near to being afool.

Know that ignorance brings with it humiliation andtorment!

Misery and disaster are the lot of the man whom ignorancesets on her robe-hem;

How great will be these calamities unless he is on thealert against them –

His downfall more terrible than cholera!

You sent to me at Taleex a precious letter of love – you know this well –and there was nothing in its sweet art and wisdom nor in its mode of expressionthat could have been ignored or rejected. It created in me a love, ardour andaffection that I had not felt for you before. But it was my ill fortune,Cawrola’, that because of my ignorance I could not read your letter, andinstead I handed it to my new neighbours, who did not want us two to cometogether. The discovery of my secret led to my being hurried away to a remotepart of the eastern region, so that I would be kept far away from Xiis, whereyou lived. There in the east I played my part in a noteworthy way in theDervish offensive against the British, but before I could reach the coast andseize some of their ships I was wounded and left for dead. For a long time Icould not deliver myself from that empty, deserted place, where for sustenance Ihad only the berries and leaves which grow on the Cal Mountains. I beasts ofpray for company – all of them – and one night the accursed leopard attackedme, tearing a wound in my flesh, when I already had a broken thigh and I washolding on to life only by God’s mercy. Nevertheless, in spite of all I had togo through, God rescued me from all the troubles that had come upon me.

What I am trying to tell you is that my delay in coming to you was causedby all this – that this is why I did not get to you in time before you weretaken to wedding against your will. O Cawrola’, how bitter I feel, how deeplysorrowful I am, how stricken with impotent anger from which I get no respite,that you had to die because of your love for me!

When the letter hidden in its cover, was revealed,

And people became suspicious – old men and elders too,

I was like someone hurled down from high cliff.

When the vigilant Dervishes were launching an attack inthe east,

If a fence had not been put up before me, if a trap-ropehad not been tied for me,

Know that you would assuredly have profited and wouldhave gained a marriage-feast and honour.

Admittedly I was away at war, raiding and attacking,

Admittedly those in closest neighbourhood to me haddisowned me,

But I did was to leave her uncared, like gold as she was– know this!

Whatever God, the Everlasting one, has written, willnever fail to happen to me.

I am renowned as a Dervish, fighting the infidels,

And as a man who suffered great hardships in the serviceof his country.

There was a time when I lived in the grasslands androamed in open spaces,

I ate leaves and gathered grass for food,

I bandaged my own thigh and found my own remedies, allalone as I was.

From the wind and the strong southern breeze I turned asdark as an abandoned encampment;

I set a trap for a male dikdik, aiming to kill it formyself,

And when I found no fire I went looking for kindlingsticks and made one for myself.

While I was searching for water, thirst almost killed me,

Beside a stonewall I swept the ground clear for myself,and wrapped myself in my cloth,

The moulting leopard roamed around me.

O Cawrola’, it was not my fault that I was delayed!

Know, Cawrola’, that although you have been taken to a grave-niche to rest,yet the love which came to you and which now brings its griefs and remorse tome will not remain solitary, for it is not likely that I shall stay much longerin this world after you.

Know that when Spica sets, the loses its beneficialinfluence;

Know that when the grass does not shoot forth,destitution comes to people who lose their livestock;

Know that within two years I shall follow you.

In these few verses I have expressed the sorrow I couldnot restrain,

I who have lost my beloved and have lamented for her.

Other lines set forth my blessings on her – now let megive proof of them!

O Cawrola’, you who were like the sky resounding with thunder, like a cloudflashing with lightning, like costly multipigment Sibaaq-khayli cloth! O youwho had the appearance of a cloud reddened by the sun as it is about to rise atthe approach of dawn! O you who were like the rain that falls on theSoormawaaydo season at Suuge and Manaayo – you who had the fragrance of themoist air that comes before the rain! O you whose nose had shapely bridge,whose eyebrows were those of an oryx, you who were comely if glimpsed from theback and straight-standing when seen face to face, you whose gait was like thatof a leopard! O you who were well proportioned like a maraa-acacia andhad the tall stature of a siiq tree! O you whose posture was like thatof a filly – you whose hair was as soft as its mane! O you whose red-browncomplexion was just the colour which a female dikdik bears on the edge of herribs! O you who were like the waylasubke bush when it glimmers in the morning!Somali girls excel in beauty, but you had a super-abundance of it! O lantern ofeyes, sleep well! May the angels in their ranks, and the Prophet, on whom be peace,speed you on your journey!

O Cawrola’, I was once the cause of your survival and I was once the causeof your death. When I took you between my hands at the time when you weresuffering great anguish, then through me you lived, but now through me you arelying in the ordeal of this grave. It was the destiny that was written by God,so forgive me – here is my blessing!

The path of Siraad is like a rope drawn taut:

It trips the evil-doer and hurls him into the abyss.

May you be hurried swiftly across it with no time forhind-fear.

May you be spared accusation when the Angel Catiid askssearching questions;

May the Angel Raqiib, precipitating on you and finding nospeck of guilt, let you pass:

You have no sin – may God bestow high rank on you.

I have come from a distant land to invoke blessing;

I hang here the letter and the plea I have written.

Indeed she suffered after an injury – O people, say amento my prayer!

May you find home by the running stream of Paradise, byits flowing waters,

May you swim in the river of the Blessed Garden, shadedby tall trees,

May you rest from your toils and eat of the husklessfruit with relish and delight.

May God give you sustenance, may he give you flowinghoney,

May he make you content, for his generosity is like a plenitudeof milk in herd,

May God place on the edge of your robe whatever you maydesire.

I have come from a distant land to invoke blessing;

I hang here the letter and the plea I have written.

Indeed she suffered after an injury – O people, say amento my prayer!

May you become the neighbour of God’s Prophet – by Godwas granted his honour,

May the loyal angels who are present there set feastsbefore you,

May you promptly be given, in a secluded place,everything you lacked on earth.

I have come from a distant land to invoke blessing;

I hang here the letter and the plea I have written.

Indeed she suffered after an injury – O people, say amento my prayer!

From the direction of God came the Angel of Death andfound my Golden One.

I was far off in a remote place when they took her awayon a mat,

And now I have come to call for prayers, here where sheis buried all alone.

O covered grave, no one can escape you!

Now that she is in your care, she who was like the fullmoon,

May she not suffer torments or their attendantafflictions,

May she not suffer torments or their attendantafflictions!

Cawrola’, my beloved, now I finish this letter, written in reply to the oneyou sent me when I was at the headquarters of the Brotherhood – I have writtenmy letter on the back of yours – and I ask you to accept from me this prayerand blessing. It was God’s decree that we should not find each other in thisworld, even tough I had a loving affection for you and you loved me, and it wasordained by him too that we should never possess each other and that thecircumstances of life would separate us.

Know that as I have said and as you have said, we shall meet in the OtherWorld which no one can evade! Know that in two years’ time I shall follow youthere!

Your loving friend, Calimaax,

Who is standing here, above your resting place.

W. laga soo qaaday: “Aqoondaro Waa u Nacab Jacayl”

W. qoray: G/le Faarax M. Cawl

W. daabacay: Wasaaradda Hidaha iyo Tacliinta Sare. Muqdisho, 1974.

W. tarjamay: B.W. Andrzejewski. “Ignorance is the Enemy of Love”. ZedPress, 1982.

Cawrola’ iyo Calimaax

2012-02-09T09:59:00.000+01:00

Gacaliye Calimaax,

Calimaax, sidii jawharadeed, yaanan kuu jaman,

Jannadii, sidaad tahay, yaanan jawda kugu hayn.

Dabadeed, aan kala jiidanee, mar ila soo joogso!

Calimaax, waxaad iga gudoontaa salaan kalgacal oo kasha iyo laabta ka soogo’day. Waxaad kaloo iga gudoontaa mahad wayn iyo salaan uurka ka soo baxday.

Intaas waxaa ii raaca inaan warqaddan qoriddeeda bilaabay sadex jeer, oohaddana sadexdiiba jeexjeexay, ilaa ay ugu danbeeyskii iga soo go’day inaan,ilaaba ilaa, kuu soo diro tanoo ah tii afraad oo jeexjeexdii ka nabadgashay. Kamaagiddaas, aan ka maagmaagay warqaddan, waxaa iigu wacan walwal iyo walaac iyowaxaan garanwaayay oo ila soo darsay ilaa maalintii aragtidaynu kaw isu ahayd,ee ishaydu kugu dhacday, laabtayduna ku raacday, oo ay isla mar ahaantiinafsaddaydu ku doontay.

Haddaba, ugu horeeyskii, waxaan jacelahay inaan kaa is xusuusiyo, waaintaasoo aad i ilawsan tahayee; inaan ahay gabartaad huuriga ka soo wadaraacdayn dakadda Cadan, oo markii doonida la soo korayay aad gacanteeda midigku taageertay taada midig, dabadeedna doonida soo wada raacdayn.

Magaalada Cadan maalintaan, casar ka soo dhoofnay,

Waxaan ahay middaad caawintayood, cudud ku taageertay,

Waxaan ahay mid kuu cabadtayoo, caashaq dhibayaa.

Waxaan ahay mid habeenkii koowaad, oo ay doonidu guuraha ahayd,dhageeysanaysay haasaawahaagii iyo gabayadaadii macaanaa, murtidana lehaa, ooadiga iyo odaygii Nuur Ciise la lehaa idin dhaxmaray, khaas ahaanna, dhag ulehayd xifaaleeyntaadii ku saabsanayd habka iyo hanaanka ay reer miyigu kuladhaqmaan hablaha ay guursadaan iyo marwooyinka ay qabaan.

War! Cilmiga’iyo haasaawehii, lagu caweeynayay,

Waxaan ahay codkaad tiri midduu, cudur gayeeysiiyay,

Waxaan ahay mid kuu cabadtayoo, caashaq dhibayaa.

Habeenkii labaad ee baddu kacday, oo roobkii mahiigaanka ahaa ee onkadka,hilaaca iyo hanqarka badnaa da’ay, doonidiina dagtay, waxaan ahay tii kuubaaqday oo gacan qabadtay iyadoo baaxaadagaysa, dhawr jeerna hafadtay.

Baddoo caradtay, mayaygaad ogayd, caloolxumaantiisa,

Waxaan ahay cadraddaad ku siddayoo, calafaw laabnaa,

Waxaan ahay mid kuu cabadtayoo, caashaq dhibayaa.

Waxaan ahay mid abaal iyo mahad wayn, oo aan la koobi karayn, uurka iyolaabta kuugu haysa; aad biimeha ka badbaadisay adoo dusha ku sidday muddo aantodabo iyo toban saacadood ka yarayn; aadanna ka daalin sidnaadkeedii ilaa aadbirriga ku nabadgalyo keentay, inkastoo hanbarbarooyinkii iyo libaaxii badeedina sigayn dhawr jeer.

Waxaan ahay cirkoo hooray’iyo, caadkoo kale,

Waxaan ahay casaanraac’iyo, midab casaawiira,

Waxaan ahay canabkii ka baxay, calahii doognaa,

Waxaan ahay carfoon’iyo udgoon’iyo, cadarkii Baari’a,

Waxaan ahay mid kuu cabadtayoo, caashaq dhibayaa.

Waxaan ahay, haddii runta lagu arooro, Cawrola’ Bare, oo ah middaansheegay; oo isheedu iyo laabteedu ku raacayn, aragtideedii u horeeysay; oo aadshaki la’aan nafteeda iyo ruuxeeda leedahay, aadanse adigu ogayn; iyaduse, hadiyo jeer, habeen iyo dharaar, hurdo iyo soojeed, kugu hammiyaysa; oojacaylkaaga iyo kalgacalkaaga, oo jiirka iyo lafaha galay aawadooda, oon iyoanfaco diidday.

Waxaan ahay midaan cunin cuntada, calafka sooreed,

Waxaan ahay mid cadanyoodday, cidahii dayrshayn,

Waxaan ahay mid caynkaaga’iyo, caaqil maharsadaa.

Ugu danbeeyskii, waxaan ku soo gabagabeeynayaa warqaddaydan, oo intaas iiwahaliya, Calimaaxaw – dayax buuxa nuurkiisa lehaayaw; man Galool uduggiisalehaayaw; Waqayga Caleed iyo Waarida Hawdaw; waaga baryaa wajigiisa lehaayaw; mayayhooray hanqarkiisa iyo hilaaciisa sansaansadaw; Balanbalkoo dilaacay’iyo,midabka balanbaalista lehaayaw; markaan saxariiray, saacii i qabtaw; Soomaali’iyoquruxdeeda, sinji bay ula lehaydee, Sunaari la moodaw, sadbursiino ku lehaayaw–, waa inaadan, marnaba, arintan aan kuu soo qoray yareeysan, ee aad si dagdagah war iigu soo celisaa ama aad ii soo gaartaa; aan aniguna raaxada adduun mabsuudee,aad adiguna macaankii iyo roonaantii ay marwo u roonaan jirtay mudanaheedii muudsadtee.

Casarkii haddaan weel la culay, caano kugu siiyo,

Cishashii haddaan sarar cusbaale, kugu casheeynsiiyo,

Oo waw caafimaad raggee haddaan, cagaha kuu duugo,

Haddaadanse caloosha igu hayn, Caliyaw yeelkaaga.

Waxaa iga dardaaran ah, haddaadan war buuxa ciyaw kaa helin, inaad adiguwixii kalgacalkaagu i gaarsiiyo mas’uul ka tahayee bal ogaw.

Ogaway! Haddaan dayaxu jirin, dirar ma nuurayn,

Ogaway! Haddaan daaqu baxin, duunyo ma foofayn,

Ogaway! Haddaad i diiddo, waan dagal baxayaa,

Oo hal iga dardaarana Calaw, dibinta maan saaro,

War! Diiftaan qabo hadday, digasho ii raacdo,

Waynoo daartii aakhiro, iyadaa cidina daaynayn.

Waa gacaladaa Cawrola’ Bare,

ee dagan

Magaalada Xiis «Xarago»

Translated in English:

My dear Cali,

O Calimaax! Let it not be that I have to crave for you,as for a jewel,

Let it not be that I have to clamour for you, as if youwere paradise itself.

Afterwards we may depart, but once – even only once –tarry and remain with me!

Accept, Calimaax, my loving greetings, which come from my heart and from mybosom, and accept, too, my words of deep gratitude and my heartfeltsalutations.

Do you know I began writing this letter three times, and three times I toreit up! But in the end, I decided that whatever happens I’ve got to write toyou, so the fourth time the letter escaped being torn up. It’s my worry anddistress which forces me to write it – and something which I don’t understand,but which has been with me since the day we saw each other for the first time,since I first set eyes on you. From that moment my heart has followed you and Ihave yearned for you.

But first of all I must remind you, in case you’ve forgotten me, that I’mthe girl who was with you in the boat being ferried across Aden harbour, andwhen people were climbing up into the ship you helped her and took hold of herright hand, and then you and the others sailed together with her on the ship.

On that afternoon when we set out from Aden on a journey,

I was that one whom you helped and supported with your arm,

I am the one who sends her plaint to you, the one whom lovetorments.

I am the person who on the first night of the voyage was listening to yourconversation and to your delightful poems, so full of wisdom, when you wereexchanging them with Nuux Ciise. I am the person who listened with particularattention to those words of yours which scorned and ridiculed the way in whichthe men of the interior deal with the girls they marry, and the way they treattheir wives.

During the evening entertainment of wisdom and debate,

It was the voice with which you spoke that brought thisillness on me,

I am the one who sends her plaint to you, the one whomlove torments.

Then on the second night, when the storm came upon the sea, when there wastorrential rain, lightning, thunder and roar of sound, and the ship sank, I am theperson who called out to you and whose hand you grasped when she had alreadyseveral times been overcome by the waves as she sank and came up again andagain.

In the wrath of the sea and the fury of the early morningrain, which you remember,

I am the maiden whom you carried, the one who wasdestined to remain alive,

I am the one who sends her plaint to you, the one whomlove torments.

I am the person who owes you a debt of gratitude that cannot beencompassed, who feels it with all her heart on account of the peril you savedher from when you carried her for seventeen hours, no less, without gettingtired, until you brought her safely to land, in spite of the sharks anddolphins narrowly missing us more than once.

I am the sky which released a rain-shower and a highwhite cloud,

I am of a colour which is red commingled with brown,

I am a grape which came forth on the Cal hills, verdantwith fresh grass,

I am a fragrance and sweet scent and perfume from theCreator,

I am the one who sends her plaint to you, the one whomlove torments.

If one comes to the fountain of the truth, I am Cawrola’ Bare; of whom Ispoke. Someone whose eyes and heart have followed you since she first saw you. Withoutany doubt she belongs to you, body and soul, even though you do not know it.Day and night, asleep and awake, she dreams of you; and her love and affectionfor you have entered her flesh and her bones. It is because of this that shecan take no sustenance.

I am the one who eats no food and takes no sustenance,

I am the one who is sore with a stinging pain, the onedisowned by her people,

I am the one who could only take as a husband a man ofyour kind, or a wise elder.

Now I end my letter with these words: O Calimaax, you who have the radianceof the full moon, you who have the fragrance of a galool-acacia blossom,you who are a high tree top on one of the Cal mountains, you whoare waari-acacia of the Hawd plain, you who have the visage of the dawn,you who are the early morning rain ready with its roar and lightning, you whoare hibiscus tree in flower, many-hued as a butterfly, you who were the causeof the deliverance which came to me when I was in dire distress, you who couldbe taken for a man from Sunaar – indeed, you have more than your share of thekind of the handsomeness proper to Somalis, that which is their heritage! Pleasedon’t treat lightly this matter that I’ve written you about – not even for amoment – and you must answer me quickly, or come to me. I would be happy then,with the contentment of this world, and you would taste all the sweetness andgoodness that a wife gives to her honoured husband.

If in the afternoon I bring you milk in vessel cleansedwith a firebrand,

If I give you salted ribs for supper,

If I massage your feet, which brings health to men,

And you still have no love for me in your heart – then onyour own head be it!

And this is my parting message: understand unless I get full andsatisfactory news from you, you will be responsible for what my love for youwill do to me!

Know that if the moon is not nearby in the sky, Spicacannot radiate its beneficent influence,

Know that if the grass does not sprout, flocks cannotleave their enclosures to graze,

Know that if you reject me I shall be ruined andhomeless.

O Cali, a word of parting: I place nothing between the lips.

If the weakness which has come from this illness of mineis followed on your part by rejoicing at my misfortune,

Then let us wait for the reckoning in the Other World,which none can evade!

Your affectionate friend

Cawrola’ Bare,

Residing at the town of Xiis «The Proud Ostentation».

W. laga soo qaaday: “Aqoondaro Waa u Nacab Jacayl”

W. qoray: G/le Faarax M. Cawl

W. daabacay: Wasaaradda Hidaha iyo Tacliinta Sare. Muqdisho, 1974.

W. tarjamay: B.W. Andrzejewski. “Ignorance is the Enemy of Love”. ZedPress, 1982.

Nadiifo iyo Libaan

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Dagaalkii iyo gaajodii baa baaba’iyay tuulodii iyoquranka maydadkii oo tortori hayo baa ku soo fatahay aagga dhan oo naqodtaydhib neefsashodu, kaliya waxaa adkeeysi ku sii joogay xoogaa naago iyo caruurcuno la’aan, biyo la’aan, rajo nolaleed la’aanba.

Ku fadhiday bacaadka, kula tiirsadtay dhabarkeedii darbicariish ah ku-dhawaanba dumay; indhohii soo taagan, camankeedii gudo dheer, jirkeediidhan baa ah maqaar iyo lafo. Dusha gacamoheedii cunug, u macaluulan sidahooyadiisii, baa ku dhagan nolashii oo isku dayi hayo in naasoheedii qalalan kasoo dareerto dheefta nooleeysa, waxaa uu kula nuugaa tabardaro laakiin hungowaaye, jeerba ka jeer sii daciifmi hayo, nolashii baa ka baxda inta hooyadiisusii dhiinjiso naasoheedii si iskuday kamadanbeeys ah ay ugu dheereeyso nolashiilaakiin ma leho waxtar, cunuggii waxaa uu ku dhintaa gacamohii hooyadiisii,indhoheedii ma ka soo baxo xataa ilin, ma qabto, ayada dhan baa ah qalal. Ayadaoo quusadtay, waxaa ay kula sii fadhiday cunuggeedii dhintay laabkeedii oo ay ogtahay, sida cunuggeedii, in mawdku yahay qaddarteedii qura ee dhaw.

Waxaa lagu magacaabi jiray Nadiifo iyo Libaan, qofna maaqoonin, qofna ma u ooyo, qofna ma xusuusan doono.

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La guerra y el hambre han diezmado la aldea y elhedor de los cadáveres en descomposición inunda toda la zona resultando insoportablela respiración, sólo siguen resistiendo algunas mujeres y niños sin comida, sinagua, sin ninguna esperanza de vida.

Sentada sobre la arena, apoyada su espalda en unapared de adobe casi derruida; los ojos desorbitados, sus mejillas profundos huecos,todo su cuerpo es piel y huesos. En sus brazos un pequeño, tan famélico como sumadre, se aferra a la vida intentando que de los pechos resecos de ésta fluyael alimento que le mantenga vivo, succiona casi sin fuerzas pero en vano, cadavez más débil, la vida se le escapa mientras su madre aprieta con fuerza suseno en un último intento de alargarle la vida pero es inútil, el pequeño muereen brazos de su madre, de sus ojos no sale ni una lágrima, no tiene, todo enella es sequedad. Resignada, permanece sentada con su hijito muerto en elregazo sabiendo que, al igual que su pequeño, la muerte es su único e inminentedestino.

Se llamaban Nadifa y Labaan, nadie les conocía,nadie les llora, nadie les recordará.

Qoraaga:Gedeón

Sheekoda:Gaaban

Dalka:Isbaanya

Ka:“Concurso de microrrelatos” ee kobshabakeedka wargeeyska El Comercio.es

TaariikhdaDaabaca: 18kii Maarso 2011

Koofil

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Koofil, wuxuu dalka Soomaaliya yimid 1904kii, isagoo ka sooshaqeeyay dhawr dal oo Afrika ah, oo ay ka mid ahaayayn Koonfur Afrika iyoNijeeriya. Waxaana madax looga dhigay ciidamada Rakuubley (Camel Corps), oo hadiyo jeer warwareegsan jiray soohdinta u dhaxeeysa Daraawiishta iyo mustacmaraddaIngiriiska.

Waxaa la wariyay in dadka baadiyaha dagan uu dhibi jiray,xoolahana ka dhaci jiray, sidaa daraadeedana dalka laguma jacelayn. Sheekooyin badanSoomaaliya dhaxdeeda kuma lehayn, hase ahaadtee, wuxuu caan baxay kadib markiilagu dilay Dulmadoobe, 9kii Agoosto 1913kii, oo laga mariyay gabayo badan; midkaugu caansan waa kan la magac baxay “Koofil” ee Sayid Maxamad Cabdulle Xasan.

Adaa Koofilaw jiidtay, aan dunidajoogaynee,

adaa jidkii lagugu wadi, jimicla’aanee,

jahannamo la geeyayaw, haddaad aakhirou jihadtayee.

Nimankii Janno u kacay, waray jirin,inshaa’a Allaahee;

jameecooyinkii’iyo haddaad, jawhartiiaragto,

sida Eebe kuu jirrabay, marijawaabtee:

“Daraawiish jikaar nagama daayn, tan iyo jeerkii”, dhah!

“Ingiriis jabayoo waxaa ku dhacay, jac’iyo baaruud”, dhah!

“Waxay noogu jujuubayn, jiibasho diineed”, dhah!

“Jugta weerarayay goor barqo, nagu jiteeyayn”, dhah!

“Anay Jigre ila helayn, shalay jihaadkii”, dhah!

“Jeeniga hortiisay rasaas, igaga joojiyayn”, dhah!

“Jiiraayaday ila dhacayn, jilic afkoodii”, dhah!

“Siday kuugu jeexayn magliga, jararacda”, sheego!

“Bilaawehu siduu kuugu jarjaray, jiirarka”, muuji!

“Nafjaceleeysigaan u iri, jaalaw iga daay”, dhah!

“Jaljaleecadii wadnehiiyaa, jeex ka soo ruqay”, dhah!

“Jeedaaladiiyaa indhahu, kor ugu jalladmaday”, dhah!

“Jimic kagama helin ruux, tuugmadaan jiriyay”, dhah!

“Markaan juuq iraahdoba afkay, iga jifeeyayn”, dhah!

“Dhaaxaan jaleecayee dhagaan, jalaq la ii siinin”, dhah!

“Goortaan jarreeroba gafayoo nolal, ka jaanqaaday,

sida jananadii hore tashigu, igujaguugnaa,

taladii jinnigu ii horkacayaan,jaasodeeda helay”, dhah!

“Jiideha xanuunka leh markii, laygujeeraarshay,

jibaadka iga soo baxay dadkii,jiifku qaban waa”, dhah!

“Markay rubaddu jaw tiriyay, iga agjiibshayn”, dhah!

“Jirkaygii bahal cunayoo, jiidtayhilibkii”, dhah!

“Jurmigii’iyo baruurtiiyaa dhurwaa,jugux ka siiyay”, dhah!

“Jirjirka’iyo seedahay tuke, igagajaadayn”, dhah!

“Haddaan lays jikaarayn tolkay,laga jid roonaa”, dhah!

“Waligooda waxaa lagu jaraa,jilibdhig duulaan”, dhah!

“Daraawiish waa jibindhawga’iyojawga, soo baxi”, dhah!

The death of Richard Corfield “koofil”

You have died, Corfield, and are nolonger in this world,

A merciless jouney was yourportion.

When Hell-destinied, you set outfor the Other World,

Those who have gone to Heaven willquestion you, if God is willing;

When you see the companions of thefaithful and jewels of Heaven,

Answer them how God tried you.

Say to them:

“From that day to this, theDervishes never ceased their assaults upon us.”

“The British were broken!, thenoise of battle engulfed us;

With fervor and faith the Dervishesattacked us.”

“They attacked us at mid morning.”

Say:

“Yesterday in the holy war, one of theirold rifles set its sight upon me.

And in my tracks, a bullet stopped me.”

“In fury they fell upon us.”

Report:

“How savagely their words tore you.”

Show:

“In how many places the daggerswere plunged.”

Say:

“Friend,” I called, “Havecompassion and spare me!”

“As I looked fearfully from side toside, my heart was plucked

from its sheath.”

“My eyes stiffened as I watchedwith horror;

The mercy I implored was notgranted.”

“Striking with spear-butts at mymouth they silenced my soft words;

My ears, straining for deliverance,found nothing.”

Say:

“Like the war leader of old, I cherishedgreat plans for victory.”

“The schemes the Djinns planted inme brought my ruin.”

Say:

“When pain racked me everywhere,men lay sleepless at my shrieks.”

“Great shouts acclaimed thedeparting of my soul.”

Say:

“Beasts of prey have eaten my fleshand torn it asunder.”

“The sound of swallowing the fleshand the fat comes from the hyena.”

“The crows plucked out my veins andtendons.”

Say:

“If stubborn denials are to be abandoned,then my clansmen

were defeated.”

“In the last stand of resistancethere is always great slaughter.”

“The Dervishes are like theadvancing thunderbolts of storm,

rumbling and roaring.”

*Qoraal kor ku qoran:
W. laga sooqaaday: Taariikhdii Daraawiishta iyo Sayid Maxamad Cabdulle Xasan (1895 – 1921).
W. Qoray: AwJaamac Cumar Ciise
W. soo saaray:Akademiyaha Dhaqanka ee Wasaaradda Hidaha iyo Tacliinta Sare; Muqdisho –1976.

Codadkan shishahooda - Koofil

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Koofil oo 9shii Agoosto 1913kii lagu dilay Dulmadoobe

Waxaa la wariyay in baarlamaankaIngiriiska waydiiyay dawladda Ingiriiska, siduu Koofil (Richard Corfield) udhintay, ama loo dilay. Waxay dawladdii ku jawaabtay, “wuxuu ahaa nin geesimadax adag oo amar-maqaadte ah; meesha lagu dilayna Barasaabkii G. F. Archer uma dirin,amarkiisana kuma tagin”. Hadalkaa waxaa ka xumaaday dadkay Koofil isxigayn iyosaaxibodiisa. Dabadeedna, nin gabayaa ah, magaciisana la oran jiray Sidney Low ayaagabay tacsi iyo calaacal ah u mariyay. Waa kan gabaygii oo ku tarjaman Soomaali:

Waxaynuisku daynaa inaynu daaha ka mudbaxino, oo moodnaa,

inaanay gabigeeda ahaynwaxaan jirin, riyodii;

inay dadkii naga qarsoomay maqlaan,

daryaankii dadka dunida ku nool.

Qalbiyada murugsanaw! Indhaha aad wax u fiirinayaw!

mayaydinaan aqoonin...

in geeridu tahayabwaan waxgarad ah,

in geeridu tahay naxariis dhaxdhigta daaheeda,

anaga iyo qaraabadaya dhimadtay,

si ay uga reebto qaniinyada kulul:

inay maqlaan dunida xanteeda xun oo sharqanta,

jeesjeeskacarsaanyawga ah iyo beenta sumeeysan,

sharafta la uskakeeyay ee qiimaha u lehaa.

Saw xaq naguma ahan amaantiisa: dhalin iyo geesiahaantiisa,

isagoo yaala halkaa,qabrigiisa lamadagaanka ka qodan.

Saw ma niraahno,wax kasta kadib,

wuxuu u dhintaysidii laga rabay in nin Ingiriis u dhinto.

Maya! Waa inaynucanaanano oo eedeeyno,

baaqno cacartiisaiyo dhiiran badidiisa.

Waa inaynuhadeeyno magaciisa,

diidno u baahiqabkiisayar ee caannimo.

Ee naso, naftageesiga ahay! Hana ogaanin,

Waynu yasnaadeeqsinimada naftaada.

Jilicsanaw,geeriyay! Kana hay hurdadiisa

codkaya caybawsan!

Beyond these voices

We strive to pierce the veil, and deem,

Not wholly vain it is, the dream,

That they who pass beyond our ken

Hear echoes from the world of men.

Ah, wistful hearts! Ah, straining eyes!

Do we not know that death is wise

That death is merciful to spread

His veil between us and our dead

Lest they should test the keener sting:

To hear Earth’s evil rumours ring,

The cankered taunt, the venomed lie,

The honoured stained they held so high.

May we not praise him: young and brave,

Who lies there in his desert grave,

May we not say that, after all,

He fell as Englishmen should fall.

No! We must deprecate and scold,

Hint he was rash, was over-bold,

Throw lurking shows round his name,

Deny him his poor need of fame.

Then rest, O valiant soul! Nor know,

We rate your gift of life so low;

And death be tender still, and keep

Our shameful voices from your sleep.

W. laga soo qaaday: Taariikhdii Daraawiishta iyo Sayid Maxamad Cabdulle Xasan (1895– 1921).

W. Qoray: AwJaamac Cumar Ciise

W. soo saaray: AkademiyahaDhaqanka ee Wasaaradda Hidaha iyo Tacliinta Sare; Muqdisho – 1976.

Markab Guudkii

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Goobaha dagaalada ee Sayidka iyo Gumeeystahii kala qabsaday dhulalkii Soomaalida.

Gu’yaashii Daraawiishtu gumeeysiga la dagaalamayayn, nin kasta oo gaaladanacebaaba ama wadani ahaa, meel kasta ha joogayee, wuxuu u kacayay xaruntiiDaraawiishta si uu garab iyo gaashaan uga helo, ama iyaga ha la dagaal galo,ama dab iyo duunyo ha ka soo qaadto oo iskii ha u dagaal galee, sidii dagaalkiiTalyaani iyo Biyomaal ku dhaxmaray gabalka Marka oo kale.

Abaaraha 1906dii ayaa xaruntii Daraawiishta, oo Ayl dagan, waxaa tagay ninla oran jiray Xaaji Cali Faahiye Geedi, magaalo ahaan haddaynu u tilmaanonaahaa reer Qandale. Xaruntana wuxuu keenay dhawr bunduq.

Sayidkii, hadduu ninka ragnimadiisii iyo waxtarkiisii u bogay, wuxuu kuyiri: “Nala joog oo xarunta ha ka tagin, afka waxaad ka tiraahdo iyo uurkawaxaad ka rabtoba waad helaysaayee”. Hase yeeshee, Xaaji Cali wuxuu yiri: “Sayyidii,soo gudoonkayaga danbe!, waxay arimi ahaadtoba, waan tagayaa oo dab baanDarwiishta u doonayaa”. Xaaji Cali aabehii wuxuu ahaa maalqabayn mood iyonoolba hodan ka ah, madaxda magaalada Qandale u talisona ka mid ah, boqarka iyoraggiisana xiriir adag la leh. Inkasta oo arintii Xaaji Cali Faahiye ayTalyaaniga wareerisay.

Xaaji Cali markuu tagay Qandale wuxuu arkay calan Talyaani oo ka taagandaartii aabehiisa. Hadduu dadka wareeystayna waxaa loo sheegay in boqarkii iyoTalyaanigu ku heshiiyayn in calanka Talyaaniga laga taago magaalo kasta ooboqarka taliskiisa raacsan. Xaaji Cali, Darwiish buu ahaayoo, wuxuu kudhaqaaqay inuu taa wax ka qabto, dabadeedna calankii buu la soo dagay oo gubay.

1907dii ayaa markab Talyaanigu leeyahay, oo basaas ahi, xeebaha Soomaalidasoo galay. «Dhugi geel dhaantay, dhaxsacodtona dhuldhaantay», dad baa waxay ku yiraahdayn: “NinXaaji Cali la yiraahdo oo ina Cabdulle Xasan ka yimid ayaa calankii Talyaanigaee saarnaa Qandale gubay”. Dabadeedna Talyaanigii wuxuu u ergooday boqarkii,isagoo ku doodaya in boqarkii axdigii jabiyay balankiina furay. Dabadeedna,boqarkii wuxuu gudoonshay in Xaaji Cali la soo qabto, Talyaanigana gacanta loogaliyo, si ay uga abaalmariyaan wuxuu falay. Xaaji Cali dareen baa galaydabadeedna wuxuu tagay Boosaaso.

Axmad-Taajir, oo boqarkii walaalkiisa ahaa, buu waydiistay inuumagangaliyo, «magannimo Allaa lehee!». «Rag tab iyo xeeladi kama dhamaadtee», waraaq buu u qoray Sayid Maxamad, oo wuxuu ku qariyaymaro bafto ah oo sadex dhudood ah, wuxuuna u sii dhiibay nin safar wadta oo laoran jiray Cabdi Cali Guuleed oo Sayidka saaxiib la ahaa; xaashidaa wuxuuSayidka ugu tifaftiray wixii dhacay iyo waxa la damacsan yahay. Aminkaasinawuxuu ku beegan yahay markii Pestalozza uu Ilig tagi doono. Markab Talyaaniyaayaa muddo kadib soo dhigtay marsada Boosaaso. Talo qarsoon, qoolad iyo xeeladbaa jirtayee: Xaaji Cali waa la qabtay, Talyaanigii baana la gudoonsiiyay,markabkii baana lagu qaaday. Markabkaas oo Qunsulkii Ilig u raaci doono.

Xaaji Cali, oo lixdanaadkii dhintay, waxaa laga wariyay: «Markii gaalkii iyo raggiisii markabka ka dagayayn, ayaanturjumaankii waxaan ku iri: “War! Sayidka ii sheeg”, hase ahaadtee Darwiish buufariintaydii u sheegay, dabadeedna Darwiish baa warkaygii Sayidka gaarsiiyay.Dabadeedna, Talyaanigii markuu Sayidkii u tagay, su’aalona lays dhaafsaday,ayaa Sayidkii wuxuu yiri, isagoo iska dhigayo nin xagga Eebe Wayne loogawaramay: “Xaaji Cali Faahiye Geedi meeyay?”, Qunsulkii, inuu qariyo ka xishaw,oo wuxuu yiri: “Markabkuu ku jiraa”, Sayidkii wuxuu yiri: “Waa in la soodajiyaa”».

Talyaanigii taa waa ka dooday, oo wuxuu yiri: “Ninkaasu calankii dawladdaTalyaaninga buu gubay oo labo dawladood baa isu dhiibtay, adiguna shaqo kumalehid”. Sayidkii wuxuu yiri: “Daraawiish mooyee dawlad kale ma jirto. Haddaandagdag loo keenin, wada hadal ma yeelanayno, isagaadna u curaaran tahiin”.

Intaan labo tuke isdayin ayaa caraad iyo cargaagtankii daraawiishta caadadau ahaa camal guhaadoodayn. Hase ahaadtee dagdag baa Xaaji Cali Faahiye Geedimarkabkii looga soo rogay. Markuu Sayidkii gacanta midig qabtay, wuxuu yiri:

Ninka gaalka lasiiyay, Talyaani loo garbo duubay

Markab guudkii lasaaray, gacal saw ma lehaynin?

Waxa gaaladasiiyay, garacdii bah dir waaye

Garkiisa oo lajaraa, ma gooyaan dhamidoodu!

Warka gaarayislaanka, gayiga oo dhan dhameeyay

Gadi reer tolkii,caybtu guudka saw kama saarano?

Qoladii Allegaabshay oo gaasiray, faro waaydaa oo

ganbada ogalaadtaa,reer Caliyow lagu guursay!

Ma gabaro ayaydutahiinay?

Dhirtu waa labogeedo, galoolo isdhaafay,

Mid haddii lagogamiyo, kan kalaa godal noolba

Godin loo rabayo; waxaloo garbinayo,

Alle! Saw magartaanay!

Hadday guudtobaxayso, geesigii la ogaa

Ninkii uu gabridoono, hadba waa gujiyaa oo

Gundhiyaa oo hinqiyaa,geesi looma bareero

Waxa loogarbinayo, Alle saw ma gartaanay!

Mawdku waa garIlaahay, geeri Eebe ma diidano

Waxa aanaan kagam’aynin Cali Faahiye Geedi,

waa siday ugalaynay!

W. laga sooqaaday: Taariikhdii Daraawiishta iyo Sayid Maxamad Cabdulle Xasan (1895 –1921).

W. Qoray: AwJaamac Cumar Ciise

W. soo saaray: AkademiyahaDhaqanka ee Wasaaradda Hidaha iyo Tacliinta Sare; Muqdisho – 1976.

Magac : إسم

2012-01-11T14:01:00.000+01:00

Xalka!

Kii la’aa magac,

Waxaa loo qori doonaa magac.

Kii la’aana af,

Waxaa sikkiin loogu furi doonaa af.

- Zakariyaa Muxammad

- Falastiin

من كان بلا اسمٍ

سيُبرى له اسم

ومن كان بلا فمٍ

سيفتح له فم بالسكين.

-         زكريا محمَد

-         فلسطين

Tarjumay: Samantar Maxamad Siciid

Baxnaanismarka labo isqaba

2012-01-02T15:11:00.001+01:00

Qoraaga:Italo Calvino

Dalka:Itaaliya

Sheekada:gaaban (1958)

Tarjumay:Samantar Maxamad Siciid

ShaqaalehaArturo Massolari wuxuu qaban jiray kaltankiisii shaqada habeenkii, kan dhamaadalixda aroortii. Si uu ugu hooydaa guriga wuxuu lehaa jid dheer ah uu kulaqaadan jiray baaskiil xiliga cimilada wanaagsan, ama taraam bilaha roobabawgaiyo qabawga ah. Wuxuu imaan jiray indhaxaadka todabadii rubuca la’ iyotodabadii gawda ah, kalkal inyar kahor, kalal kale kadib inyar goortay yeertay saacaddatoosisada leh ee Elide, afadiisii.

Aalaa labadasharqani, yeerka toosisada iyo talaabooyinka soo galitaankiisa, ayaa iskuladultagi jiray maanka Elide oo gaarsiinayay iyada hurdada yoolkeeda, hurdada iskuduuban ee aroortii ay iskugu dayi jirtay inay ka sii miirsadto xoogaa ilbiriqsiah foolkuna ugu duugan barkinta. Deedto ayay uga soo kaci jirtay dhaqso sariirtaooba waxay gacmahii kula gashanaysay si indhoolenimo ah dulkagashigeedii gurikujoogga,timahuna ugu duldhacan indhaheeda. Elide saasay Arturo ugu soo gali jirtay jikadahalkuu kalkaas weelalka maran ka soo baxinayay boorsaduu u qaadan jirayshaqada: cunokuqaadkii iyo tarmuuskii, oo wuxuu dhaxdhigi jiray alaabkudhaqa.Horey ayuuba u shiday birjikada oo qaxwihii saaray. Isla goortuu fiiriyayba,Elide waxay marin jirtay gacan timaha oo isku dhibi jirtay inay indhaha furto,sidii iyadoo kal kastaba ka sii xishoon jirtay xoogaa suuradda hore ee uu sayguka haystay goortuu ku soo hooyan jiray guriga, iyadoo had iyo jeer isku qasan,foolkeeduna barhurdeeysan. Goortay labo wada seexdayn waa arin kale, labaduba subaxdiiwaxay ka soo wada kacaan wadahurud, waa wada sin labaduba.

Baddal-ahaanbakalkal isaa ahaa kan soo gali jiray jiifka si uu kula soo baraarujiyo koobqaxwe, daqiiqo kahor intaynin toosisada yeerin; deedto waxkasta wuu ahaadabiici, wajikaduudka ee soo tooskeeda wuxuu yeelan jiray wahsi macaan,gacamaheedii mulaqan oo kor u soo fidsami jiray ayaa ku soo duubmi jiray qoortiisa.Way is-habsiin jirayn. Arturo wuxuu gashan jiray kabboodka madaroorsheha;goortay agteeda ka dareemi jirtayba way iska ogayd jawiga ee cimilada: hadduusoo dhacayay roob, dhado ama baraf, hadba suu qoyaan ama qabaw u ahaa.Laakiinba waxay dhahi jirtay: “See jawigu yahay?”, isana wuxuu say caadadiisuahayd nus-kajan kula bilaabi jiray gunuunaco, isoo soo kormarayay dhibahayaryar soo qabsaday, kana soo bilaabayay dhamaadka: ku imaatinka baaskiilkii,say cimiladu ahayd ka soo baxiddiisii warshadda, mid ka duwan tan jirtaygaliddiisii ee habeenkii hore, shaqada calaacaladeeda, kutiru-kuteeynka kasacoday waaxdiisa, iyo waxyaalo saasba.

Aminkaas guriguhad iyo jeer waa kulaal yaraa, laakiin Elide mulaq ayay iska wada ahayd ooxoogaa qarqari jirtay, waxayna isku dhaqi jirtay mad-harka yar. Dabadeed isaa soogali jiray, si aad u dagan ayuu iskaga siibi jiray dharka oo wuu isdhaqi jirayisna, tartiib tartiibba, wuxuu iska dulqaadi jiray boorkii iyo dufankii warshadda.Iyagoo saas ugu wada jiray qubaalka, barkooda mulaqan, qabaw xoogaa la kakan, juguun isa siinayayn, gacanba gacan iskugu dhiibayayn saabuuntii, boomaatadii cadayga,iskana sii wadtayn wixii ay ahayd inay isdhahaan, waxaa la gaari jiray aminkaisku soo dhawaanta, kalal kalena, mindhaa, intay isu sii rugayayn dhabarka,waxay isla dareemi jirayn maraaciyid oo hab isla siin jirayn.

Laakiin si dagdagbaah Elide ayaa la yeeri jirtay: - Alle! Meeqa saacba waaye? –, waxayna u roorijirtay inay u gashadto si dhaqsiinyo badan ah kaalso-kastuumada, goonada,iyadoo shanladii buraashka hore iyo dib u marinaysay timaha, horeyna wajigii ugudurkinaysay muraayadda koomada, biinankii timahana ugu jiray bushimahii. Arturowuxuu soo joogsan jiray gadaasheeda, sigaar ayuu shidan jiray, isoo dhuuqayayayuu daawan jiray, had iyo jeerna wuxuu u ekaa qof yare dhiban ee inuu halkaaswaxba ka qaban karin. Elide goortay ahayd diyaar, waxay gashan jirtay kabboodkasurnaa marindhaxaadka, way isa shumin jirayn, iradda ayay furi jirtay, wuxuubamaqli jiray iyadoo ka sii daadagaysay jaranjarada.

Arturo wuxuu naqonjiray kali. Wuxuu sharqantii taakooyinka Elide kula raaci jiray dhagta ilaa xatabadahoose, goortuuna maqli waayay, wuxuu kula raaci jiray maanka: kadleeynta kadhaxxiimaysay dayrka, iradda hore wayn, marshabiyeediga, joogsiga taraamka.Taraamka, baddal-ahaanse, si fiican ah wuu u maqli jiray: qiiqleeyntiisa,joogsashadiisa, iyo jugta rakaabkiisa ee kal kastuu qof ka soo dagayay. “Waykortay” ayuu la fikiray, wuxuuna arki jiray afadiisii oo ku dhaxduuban nimankaiyo naagaha ee shaqaalayaasha saaran “kaw iyo tobanka” oo geeyn jiray warshaddiisida maalin kastaba. Wuxuu damin jiray gumadka oo soo xiri jiray dariishaddii,waxay naqon jirtay mugdi oo gali jiray sariirtii.

Sariirtawaxay ahayd say uga tagi jirtay Elide goortii kacitaankeeda, laakiin docdiisa Arturo,waxay ahayd ku-dhawaadba mid hufan, sidii iyadoo haddayto la habeeyay. Isagawuxuu ku jiifan jiray docdiisa, say u ahaydba, laakiin kadib wuxuu u fidinjiray lug docdii kale, meeshuu afadiisii kulkeedu ku haray, wuxuu fidin jiraylugtii kale, saasuuna tartiib tartiib isugu balaarin jiray docdii Elide, qoqobkadiiran ee lehaa wali qaabkii jirkeeda, wuxuuna foolka ku duugi jiraybarkinteeda, barafuunkeeda oo seexan jiray.

Intaynin soonaqonin Elide, fiidkii, Arturo wuxuu lehaa waqti uu ku soo kormeeri jirayqolalka: birjikada ayuu shidi jiray oo saari jiray wax uu kariyo. Hawlahaqaarkooda isaa qaban jiray, saacadaha ka horeeyay cashada, sida habeeyntasariirta, xaaqidda xoogaa, xataa radinta dharka si loo dhaqo. Elide waxay uwada arki jirtay hawl si xun ah loo qabtay, laakiin haddii la sheego runtamuunanin saari jirin dadaal wayn: wuxuu sameeyn jiray waxay ahayd dhaqmaad uunuu ku sugi jiray iyada, ku-dhawaadba sidii isoo kula kulmayay imaatinkeedadarbiyada guriga gudahoodii, intay nalalkii xaafadaha sii shidmayayn iyana soosii maraysay dukaanada ay naago badani habeenkii waxgadashadoodii ku soo qabanjirayn dhaxda ee jawiga dhaafsan waqtigii.

Kamadanbeeyskiitalaabooyinkeedii jaranjarada ayuu maqli jiray, ka wada duwan kuwa subaxdii, eeculus hadda, waayo Elide waxay la soo kori jirtay daalkii hawsha shaqada iyoculayskii iibka. Arturo wuxuu kula kulmi jiray dagaddabaqeedka jaranjarada oo kaqaadi jiray gacanteeda danbiisha, waxay gali jirayn iyagoo hadlayay. Elidewaxay isku tuuri jirtay kursi yiil jikada, iyadoo iska qaadin kabboodka, intuuisaga ka soo baxinayay alaabta danbiisha. Dabadeed: – Haye!, aynu isa toosino –ayay dhahi jirtay, way kaci jirtay, kabboodka ayay iska siibi jirtay, waxaygashan jirtay gurikujooggeedii. Waxay bilaabi jirayn diyaarinta cunada:cashadii labadooda, deedto halaqjaflahii nasiinada ee kawda hiraabtii uu uqaadan lehaa warshadda, qadada khafiifan ay u qaadan lehayd warshadda maalintaxigtay, iyo casariyahii u diyaar ahaan lehaa goortuu soo tooso casarkii.

Elide kis waymashquulnayd, kis waxay ku fadhiday kursiga cawda ah, waxayna u sheegaysay wixiiuu qaban lehaa. Isaga, baddal-ahaanse, saacaddii ayay ahayd ee uu nastay, majoogsanaynin, wuxuu rabay qabashada wax kasta, laakiin had iyo jeer isoo xoogaamaahsan, madaxuna meel kale ka jiray. Kalalka aminadaas qaarkooda waxay udhawaayayn is hardin, erayo foolxun is dhaafsasho, waayo Elide waxay ka jacelaanlehayd inuu u dhugyeesho wixii uu qabanayay, inuu is hagarbaxiyo, ama inuu kuladhagdhago kalgacayl badan, inuu u sii dhawaado, inuu sabaalsiiyo inbadan. Baddal-ahaanseArturo, kadib xamaasaddiisii hore ee imaatinkeeda, madaxiisu banaanka ayuu kayiil guriga oo waxaa ku jiray isdajdajin waayo wuxuu ahaa inuu shaqo u baxo.

Miiskii oodiyaarsan, wax walba oo dhigan meeshii gacani ka gaari kartay si loo kacin,waxaa imaan jiray aminkii wadneqabadka ee inay ka haystayn waqti iska yarwadajirka, ku-dhawaadna maynin la heli jirin qaadtada afkii ee mahasho ay uqabayn inay isla joogaan oo gacmaha isku duubaan.

Laakiin waliintuunanin marinin qaxwaha oo dhan, baaskiilkii ayuuba agjoogi jiray si uu ufiiriyo in wax kasta habeeysnaa. Way is habsiin jirayn. Arturo deedto uun ayuuu ekaa inuu dhacsaday siday nugul iyo diiran u ahayd afadiisu. Laakiin wuxuusii saaranayay baaskiilka garbaha oo kaga sii dagayay si taxaddaran jaranjarada.

Elidemaacuuntii ayay dhaqi jirtay, kor iyo hoos waxay ka fiirfiirin jirtay gurigaiyo waxyaalahuu ka qabtay saygeedii, iyadoo madaxa ruxaysay. Haddayto wuxuudhaxroorayay dhabayaasha gudcursan, cabaarta ee nalalka dhifka ah, mindhaa wuudhaafay kaalinkii shidaalka. Elide waxay gali jirtay sariirtii iyadoodaminaysay nalka. Docdeedii iyadoo jiiftay, waxay u fidin jirtay lug xaggadocdii saygeeda darta ka raadinta kulkiisa, laakiin kal kasta waxay ka siidareemaysay docday jiifan jirtay inay ka sii diiranayd, tilmaanta inuu xataaArturo ku jiifan jiray halkaas, waxaana iyada ku abuurmi jiray kalnugayl.

L'avventura di due sposi

L'operaio Arturo Massolari facevail turno della notte quello che finisce alle sei. Per rincasare aveva un lungotragitto, che compiva in bicicletta nella bella stagione, in tram nei mesi piovosie invernali. Arrivava a casa tra le sei e tre quarti e le sette, cioè allevolte un po' prima alle volte un po' dopo che suonasse la sveglia della moglie,Elide.

Spesso i due rumori: il suono della sveglia e il passo di lui che entrava sisovrapponevano nella mente di Elide, raggiungendola in fondo al sonno, sonnocompatto della mattina presto che lei cercava di spremere ancora per qualchesecondo col viso affondato nel guanciale. Poi si tirava su dal letto di strappoe già infilava le braccia alla cieca nella vestaglia, coi capelli sugli occhi.Gli appariva così, in cucina, dove Arturo stava tirando fuori i recipientivuoti dalla borsa che si portava con sé sul lavoro: il portavivande, il termos,e li posava sull'acquaio. Aveva già acceso il fornello e aveva messo su ilcaffè. Appena lui la guardava, a Elide veniva da passarsi una mano sui capelli,da spalancare a forza gli occhi, come se ogni volta si vergognasse un po' diquesta prima immagine che il marito aveva di lei entrando in casa, sempre cosìin disordine con la faccia mezza addormentata. Quando due hanno dormito insiemeè un'altra cosa, ci si ritrova al mattino riaffiorare entrambi dallo stessosonno, si è pari.

Alle volte invece era lui che entrava in camera a destarla, con la tazzina delcaffè, un minuto prima che la sveglia suonasse; allora tutto era più naturale,la smorfia per uscire dal sonno prendeva una specie di dolcezza pigra, lebraccia che s'alzavano per stirarsi, nude, finivano per cingere il collo dilui. S'abbracciavano. Arturo aveva indosso il giaccone impermeabile; asentirselo vicino lei capiva il tempo che faceva: se pioveva o faceva nebbia oc'era neve, a secondo di com'era umido e freddo. Ma gli diceva lo stesso: - Chetempo fa? - e lui attaccava il suo solito brontolamento mezzo ironico, passandoin rassegna gli inconvenienti che gli erano occorsi, cominciando dalla fine: ilpercorso in bici, il tempo trovato uscendo di fabbrica, diverso da quello diquando c'era entrato la sera prima, e le grane sul lavoro, le voci che correvanonel reparto, e così via.

A quell'ora, la casa era sempre poco scaldata, ma Elide s'era tutta spogliata,un po' rabbrividendo, e si lavava, nello stanzino da bagno. Dietro veniva lui,più con calma, si spogliava e si lavava anche lui, lentamente, si toglieva didosso la polvere e l'unto dell'officina. Così stando tutti e due intorno allostesso lavabo, mezzo nudi, un po' intirizziti, ogni tanto dandosi delle spinte,togliendosi di mano il sapone, il dentifricio, e continuando a dire le cose cheavevano da dirsi, veniva il momento della confidenza, e alle volte, magariaiutandosi a vicenda a strofinarsi la schiena, s'insinuava una carezza, e sitrovavano abbracciati.

Ma tutt'a un tratto Elide: Dio! Che ora è già! e correva a infilarsi ilreggicalze, la gonna, tutto in fretta, in piedi, e con la spazzola già andavasu e giù per i capelli, e sporgeva il viso allo specchio del comò, con lemollette strette tra le labbra. Arturo le veniva dietro, aveva acceso unasigaretta, e la guardava stando in piedi, fumando, e ogni volta pareva un po'impacciato, di dover stare lì senza poter fare nulla. Elide era pronta,infilava il cappotto nel corridoio si davano un bacio, apriva la porta e già lasi sentiva correre giù per le scale.

Arturo restava solo. Seguiva il rumore dei tacchi di Elide giù per i gradini, equando non la sentiva più continuava a seguirla col pensiero, queltrotterellare veloce per il cortile, il portone, il marciapiede, fino allafermata del tram. Il tram lo sentiva bene, invece: stridere, fermarsi, e losbattere della pedana a ogni persona che saliva. "Ecco, l'ha preso",pensava, e vedeva sua moglie aggrappata in mezzo alla folla d'operai e operaiesull'"undici", che la portava in fabbrica come tutti i giorni.Spegneva la cicca, chiudeva gli sportelli alla finestra, faceva buio, entravain letto.

Il letto era come l'aveva lasciato Elide alzandosi, ma dalla parte sua, diArturo, era quasi intatto, come fosse stato rifatto allora. Lui si coricavadalla propria parte, per bene, ma dopo allungava una gamba in là, dov'erarimasto il calore di sua moglie, poi ci allungava anche l'altra gamba, e così apoco a poco si spostava tutto dalla parte di Elide, in quella nicchia di teporeche conservava ancora la forma del corpo di lei, e affondava il viso nel suoguanciale, nel suo profumo, e s'addormentava.

Quando Elide tornava, alla sera, Arturo già da un po' girava per le stanze:aveva acceso la stufa, messo qualcosa a cuocere. Certi lavori li faceva lui, inquelle ore prima di cena, come rifare il letto, spazzare un po', anche metterea bagno la roba da lavare. Elide poi trovava tutto malfatto, ma lui a dir laverità non ci metteva nessun impegno in più: quello che lui faceva era solo unaspecie di rituale per aspettare lei, quasi un venirle incontro pur restando trale pareti di casa, mentre fuori s'accendevano le luci e lei passava per lebotteghe in mezzo a quell'animazione fuori tempo dei quartieri dove ci sonotante donne che fanno la spesa alla sera.

Alla fine sentiva il passo per la scala, tutto diverso da quello della mattina,adesso appesantito, perché Elide saliva stanca dalla giornata di lavoro ecarica della spesa. Arturo usciva sul pianerottolo, le prendeva di mano laspesa, entravano parlando. Lei si buttava su una sedia in cucina, senzatogliersi il cappotto, intanto che lui levava la roba dalla spesa. Poi: - Su,diamoci un addrizzo, - lei diceva, e s'alzava, si toglieva il cappotto, simetteva in veste da casa. Cominciavano a preparare da mangiare: cena per tutt'edue poi la merenda che si portava lui in fabbrica per l'intervallo dell'una dinotte, la colazione che doveva portarsi in fabbrica lei l'indomani, e quella dalasciare pronta per quando lui l'indomani si sarebbe svegliato.

Lei un po' sfaccendava un po' si sedeva sulla seggiola di paglia e diceva a luicosa doveva fare. Lui invece era l'ora in cui era riposato, si dava attorno,anzi voleva far tutto lui, ma sempre un po' distratto, con la testa già adaltro. In quei momenti lì, alle volte arrivavano sul punto di urtarsi, di dirsiqualche parola brutta, perché lei lo avrebbe voluto più attento a quello chefaceva, che ci mettesse più impegno. Oppure che fosse più attaccato a lei, lestesse più vicino, le desse più consolazione. Invece lui, dopo il primoentusiasmo perché lei era tornata, stava già con la testa fuori di casa,fissato nel pensiero di far presto perché doveva andare.

Apparecchiata tavola, messa tutta la roba pronta a portata di mano per nondoversi più alzare, allora c'era il momento dello struggimento che li pigliavatutti e due d'avere così poco tempo per stare insieme, e quasi non riuscivano aportarsi il cucchiaio alla bocca, dalla voglia che avevano di star li a tenersiper mano.

Ma non era ancora passato tutto il caffè e già lui era dietro la bicicletta avedere se ogni cosa era in ordine. S'abbracciavano. Arturo sembrava che solo,allora capisse com'era morbida e tiepida la sua sposa. Ma si caricava sullaspalla la canna della bici e scendeva attento le scale.

Elide lavava i piatti, riguardava la casa da cima a fondo, le cose che avevafatto il marito, scuotendo il capo. Ora lui correva le strade buie, tra i radifanali, forse era già dopo il gasometro. Elide andava a letto, spegneva laluce. Dalla propria parte, coricata, strisciava un piede verso il posto di suomarito, per cercare il calore di lui, ma ogni volta s'accorgeva che dovedormiva lei era più caldo, segno che anche Arturo aveva dormito lì, e neprovava una grande tenerezza.

Da: Italo Calvino, L'avventura di due sposi, in "I raccontii" Einaudi", Torino, 1976. "Gli amoridifficili"

Sannadka Cusub 2012

2012-01-01T01:42:00.001+01:00

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Sannad cusub wanaagsan!

2012

Reerkii La Burburi!

2011-12-14T18:22:00.000+01:00

Dhaqanguur dhaqangalin!

Dhageeysta naftiina oo isla hadlaya!
-Reerkii dib uma jiro!
Oo reerkii dib uma jiro baa?
Ii sheega: maxayd tahiin?

Musha watsakatika?

Mashaiwa dzimwe nyaya here?
Hanzi musha watsakatika!
Musha watsakatika nhai?
Aizve! Musha wacho chiiko?

Handiti musha ndimi!

Maansoole: Chirikuré Chirikuré
Dal: Simbaabwe
Af: ChiShona
Tarjumay: Samantar Maxamad siciid

Miidaandayga Aminka

2011-12-01T19:10:00.001+01:00

Maansoole: Andreas Gryphius
Dal: Jermal
Tarjumay: Samantar Maxamad Siciid

Ma aho sannadaha, kuwa aminkuiga qaadtay;

Ma aho sannadaha, kuwa mindhaai soo ag yimaada;

Hadka baa ah kayga, haddaanna umiidaandayo,

Kayga waaye, sannadka iyoabadnimada ka sameeysan.

Betrachtung der Zeit

Mein sind die Jahre nicht, diemir die Zeit genommen;

Mein sind die Jahre nicht, dieetwa möchten kommen.

Der Augenblick ist mein, undnehm´ ich den in acht,

So ist der mein, der Jahr undEwigkeit gemacht.

Muxarram 1433H

2011-11-19T11:02:00.001+01:00

Bilaw Barakeeysan

Xusuus

2011-11-18T18:25:00.000+01:00

Maansoole: MartínVeiga

Dal: BeeshaGaaliisiya (Isbaanya)

Turjumay: SamantarMaxamad Siciid

Waxaa gudaha kuqarsan kansiga, hadiyad

qobtolan u taal kan suga, dhidocaaradsan,

waqtigu sidii wabi aanan la jeexikarin,

surada cawseed saaran tukeyaashu,jiqda kastaanyeed,

baluudyada, farogodanada,killaalada qayreed

soo xirxira dheesha sooyaalka

ee shinida.

Kullina waa cagsaarid

siigo engagan ee tagtada

meesha fadaqyadu ku dhaafaanraadyo khafiifan,

sawiro waxkasooqaad lehaynin oogacan sii tirtirto

- sida kuwa aan ku sameeyn jiraymarkaan ahaa cunug

budada shiideha ku soo duldaadataykabiska

ay kula baaba’i jirayn bushimoafuufid, aslant-ahaanba.

Cadad ficil had iyo jeer dhamaadla’an,

kala firaran, ka yimaada xagga garwaaqsiga,

googo’yo ee tagtada:

geedsaarada u rogma guduuddayrta,

dharka cad waran, dabayshu ruxda,

codad haaraamiya, juqjuqeeyn khafiifan.

Xusuusta waa khasaanad jajab-og

ka buuxa iniino, qusur xanuun leh

loogu dhaxgalo hamuunqab, faroduubid.

Dhaxjoogid.

*Kastaanyo / Baluud (بلوط) : Nooc ka mid ah geedaha mirahaadag.

*Farogodan (Digitalis): Nooc ka mid ah dhirgaabta ubaxa dhaliya.

MEMORIA

No interior ocúltase o tesouro,hermética

entrega para quen agarda, áspero ourizo,

o tempo como un río que non se pode vadear,

os corvos no colmazo, a mesta broza no souto,

landras, dedaleiras, as celas das entenas

encerrando a danza antiga

das abellas.

E todo é como pisar

sobre a seca poeira do pasado

onde as pegadas tracexan rastros tenues,

insignificantes debuxos que unha man vai borrando

- como aqueles que facía cando neno

na foula caída nas laxes do muíño

desaparecían soprados por unslabios, quedamente.

Fragmentos dunha acción sempre incondusa,

dispersa, chegada a través do recordo,

retallos do pasado:

as enradadeiras tornándose vermellas en outono,

a roupa branca no tendal, aventada,

voces admonitorias, punicóns leves.

A memoria é unha arca quebradiza

ateigada de sementes, dolorosa fondura

na que penetrar con avidez, cerrar os dedos.

Permanecer.

Hawraarta Afkayna

2011-11-09T20:55:00.000+01:00

Uunsiga Afka Uunka: Soomaali.

Hadalkaanujeedo’iyo
Himilo toosan lehayn’iyo
Hadaaq waa ku dilaa.

Hawraari waa murtidayna
Haddana waa gabaygayna
Ama heesta ciyaarta
Ama hawsha middeeda.

Heelo’iyo buraanbur
Hooriskeeda’iyo jiibka
Hingaadda’iyo luuqda
Haasaawehii’iyo amaanta
Hanjabaadda’iyo faanka
Halxiraale’iyo sheeko.

Waa hiraab iyo toosin
Waa afkii hidehayna
Amase hooyo’iyo aabe
Hantidii ummaddayna
Habistii ubadkayna.

Waa hogaan dhaqameedka
Marna aan la hurayn,
Lagu soo hiranayo.

The speech of our language

Utterancewithout weight
Spoken with no emphasis
And all frivolous speech
Is the death of our language

Our speech is our heritage
The most intricate poetry
A song to make us dance
And a song to help us work

It's Heeloand Buraanbur,
It's chorus and refrain
Syllables and music
Conversation and veneration
Threats and boasts
Riddles and tales

Dreams and awakening
Our speech is our heritage
Spoken by our ancestors
It's the wealth of our people
Our children's treasure-house

It's the lodestone of our culture
Utterly indispensible
The means of seeking assistance.

Gabayaaga: Jaamac Kadiye Cilmi

W.T.: Maxamad Xasan “alto” iyo Sarah Maguire

Ka: Poetry Translation Centre (Xarunta TarjumaaddaMaansada).

Ciidda Adhxaa 1432H

2011-11-06T09:06:00.000+01:00

Ciid Wanaagsan

Sii Gudabka Sannadaha

2011-11-01T10:23:00.000+01:00

Maansoole: Hanny Michaelis
Dal: Hollaan
Tarjumay: Samatar Maxamad Siciid

Jacayl iyo Farax

Siigudabka sannadaha
waa in waxyaalo tirobadan layska xooro.
Fikradda, ka soo qaad,
in faraxsanaantu leedahay khafiif iyo waar,
sidii wax la mid cimilo koonfureed
halkay ka naqodto biriq
reebta haar
oo hiyiga la gashto.

Metde jaren
moet er veel worden weggegooid.
De gedachte bijvoorbeeld
dat geluk mild is en duurzaam
iets als een zuidelijk klimaat
in plaats van een blikseminslag
die levenslang gekoesterde
littekens achterlaat.

Dhawaaq Maran

2011-10-25T20:58:00.001+02:00

Dunidan gudaheeda

maxaan u bardhigaa?

Dhawaaq maran

gabikayeer soo celiya

bay la mid tahay.

– Ryokan Taigu (1758 -1831); Jabaan.

世の中は
何にたとへん
山彦の
こたふる聲の
空しきがごと

– 良寛大愚

– Tarjumay: Samatar Maxamad Siciid

Hooyga Aadane

2011-10-15T21:25:00.000+02:00

Maansoole: Erik Blomberg
Dal: Iswiidhan
Tarjumay: Samatar Maxamad Siciid

Waakan habeenkii dusha dhulka daboolay.
Xidigo bigleeya ayaa soo dhalaala!
Shishe fog, caalano ayaa isdabomeerta.
Mugdigu waa xadmaran yahay.

Dhulka iyo carada iyo mugdiga,
maxaan u jacelahay?
– Shishe fog, xidigo ayaa isdabomeerta.
Dhulkan dunida waa hooyga Aadane.

Människans hem

Nu är det natt över jorden.
Darrande stjärna, gläns!
Världarna vandra så fjärran.
Mörkret är utan gräns.

Marken och mullen och mörkret,
varför älskar jag dem?
– Stjärnorna vandra så fjärran.
Jorden är människans hem.

Xaaqeha ((Maanso ee Dagaal ka jira Soomaaliya)(Iyo Faalo))

2011-10-03T19:33:00.000+02:00

Maansoole:Dennis L. Siluk

Dal: Maraykanka / Beru

Tarjumay:Samantar Maxamad Siciid

Badtay gorgorkii Uncle Sam, Badday Soomaalidii!

Waan ka daalay dagaalada aadamiga
Ku daalan dunidan Hogaamiyeyaasheeda
Waxaan u jeedaa dhiig, adimo la budleeyay
Ee kuwaan mar uguga aqiin wadaynimo
Soomaaliya magaaladeeda mugdisan
Meesha Aafada Kawaanleha
U timid, iraahid, waana inaan dhintaa.

Halkeer, waxaan ka mid naqoday mootka:
Maan ka moogni.

Waxaan mar waro ka dhageeystay dhawaaqyo malaay,
Xataa rahyo boodbooda.
Waan kula dhaci karaa hurdo biyodhacyo go’doon
Ku yaal “Gran Sabana-ha Fenesuweela”,
Dhageeysan karaana kafantiisa shukada u eg
Ee biyo shubma...!

Waa waxaan iska daayay, murug-ahaanba daayay,
Waanna ooyaa intaan qoro maansadan
La iga siibayba qolafyada, waxaan ahay adimadaas midkooda
Xaaqehaa xaaqaya haddeerba,
Ka agfogba dariiqooyinka ee magaalo Soomaali dakadeed,
Haddaan qura arki kari lehaa
Dayrna kale...!

Faalo: Waxaa ka dhacay dagaal ee sadex maalmood, ama xarbi Kismaayo, ka midnaqoda xarbi socday, muddo Soomaaliya, meeshay ula dhimanayayn dadka sidiiduqsiyada, waxaana lagu kaayi doonaa qormooyinka jira, maleha waxaa la soodhigi sagxadda jidka nolasha kal ka kal, laakiin inta badan waa la iloobi. Sideedtaniyo sagaal dad baa ku dhintay, iyo in ka badan labo boqal baa ku dhaawacmay: badanaarayid, waaxyo jir qurminaya dariiqooyinka magaalada. Goortaad ku jirtid dagaalwaa wax la yaqaan, mid wuxuu soo toogtaa diyaarad, ama meel shishe ugaga soodiraa gantaalo xaggaada, ama gaarigaashaaman baa isa soo taaga, oo gama fuuqyadiisa.Nafyo baa lagu gooyaa magac dagaal, iyo mid horumar, iyo wixii naabnaabka dhan.Fallaagaduna, Itoobiyeed ama Islaamiyeedba, ama rayidka magaalo-madaxda Soomaaliya,midkoodana, maalmahan, muu u arko badanaa kuwa dhiman-og dibdanbe, ilaa ay dhintaan.Wajahidda geeri, geeridaad dagaalka ku keentid, waxay dagaalyahanka galisaaxaalad dareen mool-ahaanba barafeeysan, maad aragtid ama maqashid waxaaddilaysid, waxaad uun dilaysaa cadowga, qofwalbay naqodaanba, iyo waxwalbay sooqabtaynba. Siday u eg yahiin waxyaabahu, magaalada Soomaaliyeed ee Kismaayo waabanaan furan, dhul qabriyeed, meesha adimada iyo waaxyada jirka ay u eg yahiinkawaan rasan, ama suuq.

Waxaan is iraahdaa, oo waxaan dhaxjoogay dagaal, ma doonayo inaan ku dhintomagaalo uun baas, qof uun dudadiisa, waayo qof baa meel ka soo riday qalabkalidka diyaaradaha, oo toogtay lugahayga, dabadeed gacmahayga, muuna i yaqaan,maanna aqaan, wuuna u jiifan doonaa si fiican caawo waayo shoogga ka yimid arkiddamaydkaad dishay wuu is nasakhay. Waatan xabbaddu soo aaddaa madaxayga waayo qofii jira kiilomiitir iyo bar baa ku go’aansaday inuu riixo xoogaa batoono. Amaqof sideedtan kiilomiitir ii jira baa doonaya inay riyo u dhaboowdo – quwadyeelasho, diliddana dad uusanin aqoonin ama uusanin arki doonin ma dhibto, haddaba,wuu dili magaalo dhan hadday naqodto, wuu u dili sahal-ahaanba dheeldheel, haddayhoristaagaan jidkiisa, wuuna dili hadduusanin xukumi karin. Ma aho siyaabocusub ee hab-fikir, dhabta xaqiiqda waa mid gabowsan, waanu ilaawnay kaliya.

Xukun quwad waaye, maalmahanna, falsafada cusub, amaba siday u eg tahay, waysaninnaqonin taajir ahaansho siday u naqodto xukumid kuwa agagaarkaada. Haddiinauusanin naqonin hogaamiye, deedto wuu dili oo burburin wax kasta, miduusanin Maraykankafahansanaynin, taas ha ahaadtoba, hogaamiyeyaasha maanta, ma daneeyaan haddiiadiga dadkooda dalkooda gaajo ku dhimadtaan, ilaa iyo intay ku dhagan yahiinxukunka, waayo wax way cuni doonaan si kastaba, oo kula eedeeyn doonaan dunida inteedakale diihaalka dalalkooda. Haddaysanin xukumi karin, way burburin. Mar kalewaxaan dhahaa, waa jaad kale ee shinbir midda xukunta maalmahan, u jaad dhaw Daa’uus.

*Miduusanin Maraykanka fahansanaynin: waa oraah khilaafsan qoraalka intiisa kale iyo dhabaalka dunida ee Imberadooriyada Uncle Sam.

The Sweeper ((APoem, on War in Somalia)(And Commentary))

I'm Tired of man's wars
Tired of this world's Leaders
I stand facing blood crushed limbs
Of those I once knew as friends,
In Somalia’s dark city
Where the Butcher’s Plague
Has come, to stay, and I must die.

Here, I became part of the dead:
I harbor no delusions.

I once listened to the sounds of fish,
Even of jumping frogs, in ponds.
I could fall to sleep at secluded waterfalls
In Venezuela's Gran Sabana,
Listen to its shroud' like veils
Of pouring water...!

It's what I gave up, sadly gave up,
And weep as I write this poem
Torn from my shell, I am one of those limbs
The sweeper is sweeping up right now,
Off the streets of a Somali port city,
If only I could have
Seen another autumn also...!

Note: There has been a three day battle, or war, part of an ongoing war, aperiod in Somalia, where people have been dying like flies, and it will soon betucked away, in the writings of time, perhaps brought to surface now and thendown the road of life, but for the most part forgotten. Eighty-nine-peopledied, and over two hundred wounded: mostly civilians, body parts stinking upthe city's streets. When you are in war is one thing, one shoots out of aplane, or from a distance he sends rockets your way, or the armor comes in, andshoots it shells. Lives are taken in the name of war, and progress, and allsuch silly things. And the insurgents, be it Ethiopian or Islamic, or Somalia'scitizens in its capital, nobody, nowadays, sees the dying much anymore, untilthey are dead. Facing death, the death you bring on in war, puts the warrior ina deep freeze, you don't see, hear what you are killing, you just kill theenemy, whomever they are, and for whatever they've done. From the looks ofthings the Somali city Kismayo is an open air, graveyard, where limbs and bodyparts are likened to an unkempt butcher's shop, or market place.

I say to myself, and I have been in war, I don't want to die in some bloodycity, in somebody's backyard, because someone, somewhere shot an anti-aircraftgun, and shot my legs off, then my arms, and he doesn't know me, nor I him, andhe will sleep well tonight because the shock part of seeing the dead you killedis nullified. Now comes the bullet to my head because someone a mile awaydecided to press some buttons. Or someone fifty-miles away wants to have a wishcome true - a power wish, and killing people he doesn't know or will never seedoesn't bother him, therefore, he will kill the whole city if need be, he willsimply just kill them for fun, if they get in the war, in his way, and he willkill them if he cannot rule over them. It's not a new way of thinking, matterof fact, it's pretty old, we just forgot it.

Control is power, and nowadays, the new philosophy, or so it seems to be,is not so much to be rich, than to be in control of those around you. Andshould a ruler not be, then he will kill and destroy everything, something theUSA does not understand, that being, the rulers of today, do not care if youstarve their people or country to death, as long as they can hold onto control,because they will eat anyways, and blame the rest of the world for theircountries woes. If they can't control it, they will destroy it. Again I say, itis a different kind of a bird that rules nowadays, more on the peacock order.

Ka Kacaay!

2011-09-18T12:44:00.001+02:00

Nooc: Heelo

Ka: Buugga “Heeloy” Modern Poetry and Songs of Somali; 1996. (John WilliamJohnson).

Haruub nin sidto’oo, hashiisa irmaan,

Ha maalin la leeyahay baan ahay.