Wednesday, February 13, 2013

And then she said.. I love my country.

I came across a gem of a book called 'Saa Waxay Tiri' (And Then She Said) talking about the life of a woman named Xawa Jibril and her amazing poetry. This piece seems as relevant today as it was in 1981.



                           Ciidaan Jeclahay.                                                                      
Ciidaan jeclahay oo waddani, caan ahaan ahaye
Curdankeeda oo idil inaan, cunaan ismoodaaye
Dadka calanka daafacahayaa, way cajabiyaane
Cirka midabkileeyey uma oggoli, cadow shisheeyaahe
Tawraddu markay curatay baan, caafimaad helaye
Mana caayi karo ruux maslaxo, caama ii wada e
Carrabkayga kama sheegi karo, ceeb uu leeyahaye
Anigooba caynkaas ah, yaa lay camcamiyaaye
Mukhlis lama cadaadshe, haddaan caro isweydaarto
Oo aan cududda iyo low ka jabo, yaa cuqubadaa leh?
Qofba ninkuu u cill qabo hadduu, dhab u cambaareeyo
See caddaalad loo helahayaa, waa cajabayaaye
Yaan layka cunsiin jaalle, ways camal naqaanaaye
Cadaab haygu gelin oo, nabsigu ku curyaamin
Maanta ciidankaad haysatiyo, cududda hay saarin
Birta caaraddeeda iyo warmaha, laygu caallinayo
Cabsi uma aan baahniye, yaan mar kale lay celinin.


English translation of the gabay:

I love my country.
I love my country and am a renowned patriot.
I feel as though I reaped the best of its fruits
The defenders of our flag I cannot but admire
And would not allow it by our enemies subdued
With our revolution, I recover my vigour
I would not defame him who works for the public good
Nor could my tongue utter any of his faults
In spite of that, I am subjected to stresseful harassment
For surely, a loyal person should not be victimized 
What if, in my distraight state, I trip and break my legs?
Who is going to bear the guilt and take the punishment?
If each one accuses those he bears a grudge against
I wonder how justice can ever prevail
For we two know eachotgher well. So, dear comrade,
Don't let others create disharmony between us
Call not for your own damnation bu wronging a friend
Use not your army and power against me
Your knives and spears are jabbing at my sides
I do not need this intimidation, let it not happen again