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Proportionate (Harmonious)

The Gu' (spring rains) started and the livestock gave birth
The leaves are tender and not yet starting to wither
The green grass is so fresh and new
They are gorged on water and still drinking more
The clean rain water is everywhere
 
With each cautious step footprints soak into the ground
Wet soil cushions your heel
All the birds sing different melodies
After a while the frog returns the song

Brightly patterned butterflies flit around new flowers
Its beating wings are flags of colour flapping back and forth
Drinking in the fragrant breeze like water
And inviting all her kind to join her

Masses of flowers that seem to have been decorated with henna
Shoots that are all aligned (ie: of equal length)
The heavy rain hammered down the evening before
The ripe fruit which is shades of reddish-brown
The berries and the fruits hung
The throat and the corners of the fruit placed on top of each other (ie: tightly
       packed)
Different types of young fruit have ripened
Any throat which it passes down would not protest
The eyes that see it do not get upset
Good intentions cannot be discouraged
 
It's very amazing the way it looks
The human mind cannot explain it
The human tongue cannot create words for it
It is more fragrant than perfume and incense that is lit
I could only compare its scent to sandalwood
 
In those four I have described a beautiful climate
My land was famous for those things
Its soil is gold that no one can buy
It is sanctuary, safety and peace
And tonight I am celebrating it
May justice heal you!
 
A clear sky without the slightest cover
Clouds are not building, nor is there mist
Nor a coloured rainbow
It looks like the morning sunshine
And the full moon when you can gather at night
 
The youth selected their best for the dance
The performance of call and response proved harmonious
Cureeji and Caalin partaking in the communal dance
The skilled young men so vigorously exited
The graceful divas in response returned the chorus tone of the song-dance
As the dancing ground heaved with joy
With the climax of the dance, huh!
The sun appeared and full daylight arrived
In that way the party came to an end.
 
The girls whose names are: Canab and Cambaro
Have purified the milk vessel with a bundle of dry wood burnt and cleaning cloth
And poured the milk into it for the children
Female masters of the tradition of buttermilk churning produce
Containers lay with overfill solid ghee.

The people invite one another boring no ill will
The relatives and the settlements are living side by side peacefully
People give ith generosity and receive without shame
There is no long lasting conflict and no fear for one's safety
Elders and religious scholars are leading
The community is living in peace and amity.
 
In those four I have described a beautiful climate
My land was famous for those things
Its soil is gold that no one can buy
It is sanctuary, safety and peace
And tonight I am celebrating it
May justice heal you!
 
At the end of the day those departing accompany each other home
Reaching their destination they give news about the well and the other
       communities
The children spread the palm leave and prayer mats on the ground
It is a spacious place with no discomfort and no tension
People are having an honest and knowledgeable conversation
And they have no fear and worry.
 
They fulfill the religious devotion and the worship of Allah
Religious verses recited in terms
Allah gave them honour and prestige
Any way I look at it I felt love and admiration
May Allah not take away the overwhelming prosperity that the people are
       experiencing!

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