Moderators: Moderators, Junior Moderators
Koonfil by sayyid cabdallah XasanWhat's the name of this poem called in Somali? If it's this good in English than it most be way better in Somali.yeah walahi..Somali gabay is so underrated since the world is dominated by anglo-saxons... If Sayid Abdille Xasan was born into a aristocracy family in the Midlands of England we would've been bombarded with his poem...
here is the epic poem who wrote to the imperialist bastard named Cornfield...of course after he killed him...
You have died, Corfield, and are no longer in this world,
A merciless journey was your portion.
When, Hell-destined, you set out for the Other World,
tell them how God tried you.
Say to them: `From that day to this the Dervishes never ceased their assaults upon us.
The British were broken, the noise of battle engulfed us;
"With fervour and faith the Dervishes attacked us.'
Say: `They attacked us at mid-morning.'
Say: `Yesterday in the holy war a bullet from one of their old rifles struck me.
And the bullet struck me in the arm.'
Say: `In fury they fell upon us.'
Report how savagely their swords tore you,
Show these past generations in how many places the daggers were plunged.
Say:' "Friend," I called, "have compassion and spare me!"'
Say: `As I looked fearfully from side to side my heart was plucked from its sheath.'
Say: `My eyes stiffened as I watched with horror;
The mercy I implored was not granted.'
Say: `Striking with spear-butts at my mouth they silenced my soft words;
My ears, straining for deliverance, found nothing;
The risk I took, the mistake I made, cost my life.'
Say: `Like the war leaders of old, I cherished great plans for victory.'
Say: `The schemes the djinns planted in me brought my ruin.'
Say: `When pain racked me everywhere
Men lay sleepless at my shrieks.'
Say: `Great shouts acclaimed the departing of my soul.'
Say: `Beasts of prey have eaten my flesh and torn it asunder.'
Say: `The sound of swallowing the flesh and the fat comes from the hyena.'
Say: `The crows plucked out my veins and tendons.'
Say: `If stubborn denials are to be abandoned, then my clansmen were defeated.'
In the last stand of resistance there is always great slaughter.
Say: The Dervishes are like the advancing thunderbolts of a storm, rumbling and roaring
No hamlet is the revenge story about the Danish prince who try's to get revenge for his father while Macbeth is about a commander who killed the Scottish king he served because of some witches gave him a prophecy about being a king. Two different plays.Hamlet and Macbeth are the same play aint It?Lady Macbeth is Hamlets mother right?
PS Qaldaan enjoying Shakespeare--Mashalaaah. A mark of civilization. The Mjs and the South Hawiye will take them a century to catch up
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
when it comes to poetry arabs and Europeans aint got shit on us“What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.
Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.
Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain. Yet I lie. I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter:
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!”
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me,
And if I die no soul will pity me.
And wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?”
.. Sayyidka was an effing legend walaahi, he killed him and send him off with an epic poem... an splendid poem 
i think i got it right
I don't mean to be rude, but why are our women so fat compared to xabashis and kenyans? You would think they would be skinnier due to the heat.
Return to “General - General Discussions”
Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 43 guests
