Hey advice! Recommending prudent future actions are not allowed;

Hey mystery! Cause to increase greatly in quantity and spread out;

Hey daydream! Magic pendants allowed gates to open

Hey castrated male livestock! You have no chance to be unneutered;

Hey male slave! Your content and character ascertain what makes you different from the rest;

Hey sea! And you are running at your full capacity

Your tides and the full extent of your widths,

Did I try to scoop out with a flask?

The breadth and the waves

Did I try to empty out with a cup?

Let me set those five above mentioned verses aside.

 

A loud cry of a trumpet bellowed in agony

Its penetrating sound cause someone to feel sudden shock,

A large number of people came out and gathered closely together,

Where the storm of the winnowing fan is directed?

Where panic and fear is engulfed?

Who is the man who has hut shelter shed of branches and leaves,

At the Bohollaha Xargaga place?

 

Bullaale is carrying a message liable to cause death

To stir up unlawful behaviour against Bahdoon

He walked weakly and slowly with a stick made of calotropis procera,

Between the two a wild fig tree was laid in order to make the situation serene and not agitated

He dodged between them and succeeds in avoiding,

No more runaways and nowhere else to escape

They found each other at a large open area of flat land with few trees,

From the top to the bottom

The arrows are aiming to shoot the target

And the oryx is seeing it all,

Where to seek a place of safety?

Is it possible to feel safe, stable and free from fear?

The calamity has wonders of its own

It blows the distress out of all proportions

Man supposed to heed the warnings swell with pride,

Say those above said five verses as something customary!

 

Hey society! You have the honour and the respect;

The man who says: ‘You have no freedom to choose alternatives’

We say: ‘You know nothing about this society’,

Folks, you don’t allow yourselves unguarded and don’t give up in the face of lacking hope!

He deserves neither courteous recognition nor formal expression of goodwill.

 

The man who made a promise to you

Failed to do the responsibility that you handed him over

Turned down all your aims and aspirations

Robbed you while you are indigent

Scoffed at you and treated you with contemptuous disregard and destroyed your way of life,

While you were unable to reach a point of satisfaction with things

The man nevertheless who made more profitable upselling for comfort,

Covered himself with thick fur of the lion

Worn scarf and gauze with magnetic attraction

Jumped so high up into the sky

Tried to show his prejudiced belief in superiority,

The mountain he climbed can’t keep him for a limitless time

He is destined to die and no body can hold back to a later date

His lower leg and thigh are broken.

 

And those five above mentioned verses been wrath over the labour pain that turned out contrary to one’s wishes,

Say that it’s an occurrence kept on record.

 

Hey society! You crowned me

You put down for yourselves mats and spread carpets on my liver

You covered yourselves with the sides of my body

You use my heart as your pillow

You are the ones, who open my lips,

The character of your activities

The appearance of your problems

To the extent that it gave a mature reflection,

When one misappropriates you in a dishonest and fraudulent manner

When you cry for help

With a feeling of intense longing I start reciting poems

The senses awaken and become active.

 

Hey society! You crowned me

You granted me a good fortune

You bestowed me possessing an extraordinary ability to attract

If I’m a man who has motivation, determination and self-possession in the face of many pressures

It’s because of you that this astounding piece of good luck has befallen me,

You gave a message of being purposeful and the quality of having a definite purpose

It’s you, who compelled me to fight,

If ruin and calamity didn’t happen

If the general interest of yours and common well-being was not destroyed

If home and the surrounding environment of yours was not burned and reduced to ashes,

If the justice system was not discarded

The importance of education lessened and belittled

And changed into empty populist revolutionary phrases,

 

If the ram with big rumps

And the lamp and the young sheep is not slaughtered for him,

If the man who have stolen your valuables and belongings

Not been paid extra bonuses to the awful things he has done,

If indigent is not superficially been made greater in number

If only hundred people is not put on top,

The good quality agricultural land

If not faced hardships and challenges

Plants with big leaves and the fallen leaves as well were brought to an end,

If the people who were in the state of being prosperous

Had not become destitute without the basic necessities of life

The prosperity changed into pauper,

If the people taken turns for receiving the food grain aid

Not eaten with water in the absence of ghee,

If the man who lived with severe poverty

Would not say: ‘We feel very content and not wish far more!’

He has to lie in order to save his life,

 

If every dawn breaks you wake up

Not given you a multiple disgrace and wrath,

If you were not promised the good news

That you will be better off tomorrow than you are today

And the eventual outcome of the experiment has ended in disaster,

If like Baarcadde

Baloolley and Badowyalley

Would not have a calming effect on yourself after the pain and the explosion of anger you got,

If clannish loyalty had not raised and promoted to a more important level

Dusted and brought out for use again,

If your kinship and consanguinity

And your strong unity

Would not be dismantled and disconnected with cudgel and force,

If your homes were not pillaged by using violence,

If patients were not rejected and failed to show affection

If their illnesses were not neglected,

 

If the young people were not killed

The dagger did not vomit blood in an uncontrolled stream,

If the man who was supposed to properly place the dead people in the graves

Was himself hunted down by various large diurnal birds of prey and hung him up in the air,

If your hero and saviour

Would not have descended by beasts and wild animals and made a sudden attack on him,

If your bir-ma-geydo (specific group of people protected by the Somali oral customary law and which prohibits to use any practice of inflicting severe pain or great physical suffering on elderly people, women, children, religious scholars, clan leaders, and the vulnerable people, etc.)

Not being shot with huge streams of gun bullets

And the hyenas didn’t consume the dead corpses as a nutritious food,

If the man who was supposed to manifest sorrow and wail in grief for the dead people

Would not overturn the whole affair into a friendly and enjoyable event,

And take it as a protection against evil,

If the few people remained in the country

Would not violently cracked down and imposed on them an authoritarian rule

Faced more pain and cowardly attacks

With a man holding a belt whipping and causing you an uproar,

 

Because of mistreatment and drying out with heat

If the parching earth would not become too dry to support vegetation,

If like a disgustingly dirty and unpleasant place

One wouldn’t believe his own eyes seeing Benadir (Mogadishu and its vicinity) and wouldn’t filled with horror,

At the dawn if people not emigrated by the thousands

And not exhausted from walking in the overhead sun following one after the other

Obstacles arise that would keep the kinship and the close connection marked by community of interests apart,

Yearn to possess and crave for the petrodollar of Arabia,

Girls used to wear the Boqorand Dhacle clothing

And were known as the calico dress

If not captured and taken into custody in Bahrain,

If the kings, princes and sultans of Arabia

Dressed with feather headdresses

Not begged them a thousand times for help,

 

If the East didn’t desert treacherously and make us lack a sense of security

If the West didn’t spread and transmit infectious diseases,

The number of refugees fleeing to the neighbouring countries, territories and nationalities surrounding us

If it wouldn’t exceed and become greater in number

Like the crow with white feathers in its wings,

Our missing people scattered throughout the world

Live and gather out of doors places,

If the unending wounded and injured people of ours

The world would not say to us:‘Enough is enough!’

 

Mogadishu, 1980