If i can stay on it for one hour,
Then, i will be satisfied with the muse of love to say out my mind;
For m ypeople are now clothed in sackcloth,
And horror had covered them in the name of this famine.
Oh Somalia! !
Your silver and gold are unable to deliver you;
For the famine is severe and sadness are now seen on your faces!
But, i will hand over my love to care for you people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem