Dal: Dubay, Midowga Imaaraadka Carbeed / Soomaaliya
Turjumay: Samatar Maxamad Siciid
Meel ayaa ka jirta halkan wadnahayga,
lagu nafaqeeyo gudahayga meelwalba aan aado.
Qabowga ciidda ee Xamar ayaa qutqutteeynaya
farahayga muusanaw ama taah kasta dartooda.
Ilayska qoraxda ayaa ku soo labolaabma
muraayadda ee wabiga Shabeele.
Buuraha dhaadheer ee Sheekh iyo Bari…
maxay sooryo u yahiin gaajada…!, laakiinse...
muxuu muuqaal ka fiican Dhulka waasacan soo bandhigaa?
Waxaan gudahayga ku nafaqeeyaa aragtiyadan ee arligayga
caruur ugu dhaxciyaarta daneeyn la’aan arligooda
Waxaan u allebaryaa dhamaan jirka:
Birri, Bad, Wabi, Haro, Buur
Dhir iyo Xoolo.
"Anaga”na dadka, Muslin, wadajirsan,
ahaynin jajabyada lagu tuuray halkan iyo halkaas.
Magaca Alle waxaan ugaga baryaa midowsan,
barakeeysan dhamaan jirka
una haynin rajo waxna ee doolsho jiran, kala daadsan,
gacanta loogu soo taagay in lakala qaybiyo, sharafjaban.
Kasha waxaan ku hayaa erayga “anaga” kooxeed
ahaynin “aniga” ama “ayaga”.
Waxaan ku riyoodaa Ariga midab-caaneedka cad ee “kaayaga” arliyeed
hadalka birbira ee “kaayaga” dayax
Waqooyi iyo koonfur, Bari iyo Galbeed,
xadka waa cirka
daaqo geelkaaya, hab quman, boqarnimo leh
hormo xor ah
joogta guriga meelwalba ay eegaan:
Laascaanood iyo Hargeeyso
Bandar Qaasim iyo Laas Qoray
Baraawa iyo Boorame
Marka, Jawhar, iyo Kismaayo
udgoon macaan ee uunsi iyo canbar, meelwalba aan aadno.
Nabadgalyo, wiilal! Nabadgalyo!
Qalin haystow, Midnimo!
Qalimada ha ahaadaan in lagu daaray Isha Baydhabo.
Our Somalia
There is a place right here in my heart,
Nourished within me everywhere I go.
The cool sands of Hamar tickling
My toes out of every cry or moan.
Sunshine replicated
In the mirrors of the river Shabelle.
The grand mountains of Sheikh and Bari…
What a feast for the hungry…but then...
What better panorama has Mother Earth on offer?
I nourish within me these scenes of my land
Children at play carefree in their land
I pray for the whole body:
Land, Sea, River, Lake, Mountain
Flora and fauna.
And "us" the people, Muslim, wholesome,
Not the pieces thrown here and there.
I pray for the whole body blessed,
In the name of Allah unified
Having no wish for any sickly pie, dispersed,
Handed down to divide, disgraced.
I cherish the term “we” the collective “us”
Not “i” or “they”.
I dream of the milky white Ari of "our" land
The dazzling speech of “our” moon
North and South, East and West,
Sky is the limit
Our geel to graze, proud, majestic
A free herd
Coming home everywhere they gaze:
Lascanood and Hargeisa
Bandar Qaasim and Las Qorey
Barava and Borame
Marca, Jowhar, and Kismayo
Sweet scents of uunsi and anbar, everywhere we go.
Farewel, boys! Farewel!
O you with the Pen, Unity!
May the pens be dipped in the Springs of Baidabo.
(By: Safi Abdi)
