Minishiri ulullee, | O, Minishiri, a flute, at fingers touch, |
Yaa buttuu akka culullee | Like a hawk you snatch |
Minishiri yaa abbaa xeensaa | O, Minishiri; diarrhoea you cause |
Manni abbaa keetii eessaa? | Where is your father’s house? |
Haftuu birrii keen geessaa. | So I could pay your remaining price. |
Gadi jettee biluu dhugde | You drank blood bowing |
Akka waan dheebuun duute; | As if of thirst you were dying; |
Ol jettee natti irkatte | Then you leaned on me getting up |
Akka waan dugdaa cittee. | As if your back got a sudden snap. |
Namni minishirii tume | The one who made Minishiri |
Dheeraamoo gabaabaa dhaa? | Is he a short or a tall man? |
Namumti si gurgure | The one who sold you away, in fact |
Beekaamoo wallaalaa dhaa? | Is he wise or an ignoramus arrant? |
Ani du’ulle sin gurguru | I shall never sell you away, for my part, |
Gurmuu gootaan si baadha | I shall carry you to all heroes’ domain and strife |
Lubbuu koorran si jaaldha | Above all, I love you more than my life. |
Sunday, 26 January 2014
Minishirii.
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