Fabregas Posted October 24, 2007 If i present plainly, in a word or two, A short account of myself and of my life You will all you have to say to me With no one contradicting "You are telling the truth indeed!" When i was a boy, with no share yet in the affairs of men I used to fill my ear, as if it were a vessel. With the preaching of sheikh's, With the advice of my old parents, And with their words of guidance Concerning the path of the holy faith. Thus rightly counselled, I had an aim in mind. A good cleric was what i would become! I acquired for myself the implements of true piety- A vessel for ablutions, the holy book, And a very good mat for prayers- Yet still you called me wiilwaal, crazy lad! And then it happened That the fighting you were engaged in Planted a desire in me To show my solidarity with other men, And if I had not bridled my horse weyrax. the rager Nor held the shining spears and the shield of rhinoceros hide. If I had not cried, "onward,men!" as i launched an attack At the first breaking of dawn's light, And if I had not then hewn "gurey" into quarters- The enemy would have overrun our country! p.s Gaal Gurey was apparently an Oromo Chief who tried to invade Somali territory in the early 19th century... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
