The sky is full of spring signs

Lightning, flashing everywhere

Clouds, heavy with rain

Slow in their movements

Ready to give generous pour

The land is inundated

With rain water

Filling all the pits

And pools to the full

The flowers are blossoming

Giving different hues

And bunches of the same size

Shaken by the breeze

The trees from top to bottom

Falling into single lines

With their leafy branches

Touching one another

The birds on their part

Gathering in flocks

Singing in the same tune

while the frogs are left to themselves

In both times of the day

In the morn and the evening

The rain continues falling

The ripening dhafarur fruit

Totally covered all over

In crimson red colour

Having the midhcaanyo close by

The jinwo tree in full fruition

With its grown leaves

Covering it from bottom to top

Is ready for collection

 

The ostrich and the antelope

Basking in the beautiful wild game

Along with the gazelle

Keeping their own pace

Feeding on the blossoming

Trees with relish

Camels giving birth to young calves

Cows with drooping udders

Sheep and goats ready for milking

All the livestock

Never out of sight

Whichever side you look

Grazing near the hamlet

The herding youth

Clad in their white sheets

Taking comfort in the shade

Beguiling the time with quizzes

Enjoy their carefree chats

And the she camels

Gorad and Gobaad by name

Hearing the calves cry

And feeling the burden of their milk

Respond to the call of their calves

While evening is yet early

The herders take their right positions

To draw the eagerly waited milk

From the ready she camels

Into the thoroughly cleaned vessels

Filling them to the brim

In a community peacefully settled

 

Recounting this heavenly bliss

Lying in our land

Given in such abundance

Over-flowing on all sides

So pure and plenty

Thanks to the gracious God