Aids a scourge to dread: Translation of “Aydhis waa aafo Daran” by Ina cawsgurow)

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By NepJournal December 1, 2015 15:40

 

By Aden Hasan

Ahoy I make the call!
Master is mine the Lord,awsgurow
Malady is the bane of all,
Virtues bare the road,
The lore elevates the soul,
And Aids a scourge to dread.

Life’s a mélange of sorts:
Litany of misery and pains;
Line-up of torments and morts;
Monsoons of want and wealth,
Moans and the merry of health,
Mirth of bloat and the sting of dearth,
Maim of blight or bliss and blithe,
Marks of test and measure of pith.

Torment it is, and tyranny to man,
Trial of the creed and the grit of man,
Tryout and the ultimate test run,
The touchstone for the mettle of man,

In this age and day:
Plagues and cancers in vogue
In diverse root causes they belong
Putting away men in thick of bog
I about that intend to sing
Prick up ears all ye of heed

Many are man’s defects
Most even though he treats
Mark there’s come a scourge
Marauding and mauling the tracts
Menacing in its roaming charge
Mockingly defying the drugs

In this age and day
A plague did erupt
AIDS its thus baptised
And warn I intend to guide
All those men of heed
And those who discern
Somali lingo and cant
Alas ! Beware I sing the rant
Open all thee the ears
Obey you mine advice

Aids is a national reverse
Anguish and ancestor of ills
Evil drowning man in tears
Advancing with no arrest
Around and around the globe
Above all, an African torment

It’s a malign disease
Spreading its grasp
Slaying in wanton offense
Without the slightest of remorse
Its time Somali people
Scamper to survive the scourge

It’s the calamity of today
HIV kicks off its foray
It’s virus stout and sturdy
Pervades the blood vessels
Pulverizes the vital essence
Of white cells fortress

It dismantles the body
Destroys the sentry
And disrobes the organs
Promptly savages the innards
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Aids is a real threat
And has no known treat
Medics , despite all attempts
Managed not to heal
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Aids is a real plague
That kills its quarry
That slaughters its prey
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Once it infects a soul
Even the burliest of bodies
Resembles a broken pot
That cannot be mended
Steadily it eats away
The quintessence of life
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Once it takes its abode
Inside the human flesh
Attacks its vital stash
Avenges against defence
Aches and pains set forth
Every opportunist stuff
Announces full intent
To shelter in eternal bliss

Then you wail and weep
In woes and misery you scream
Then a list of ills do no abate
With no start and no stop
They feast and kill with ease
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

As for its medium and means
Elements that extend the vice
Expert opinion I here announce
If you can lend me an ear

A needle is all it takes
And all that can pierce
And rip open the skin
And carry them toxins
A fusion of serum
A blend of semen
As in sex the fluids it results
In all lies the threat

If I may carry on to counsel
For I am but a counsel
I urge all to worry
Aids is a real story
Open thee all the ears
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Aids is a true plague
Marauding in our yards
Open thee all the ears
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Even though our demise
Is preordained and set
In time and date is fixed
It is the agony that I dread
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Caution the course of verse
Overlooking is truly a vice
Care is the call of faith
Over to you I advise
Listen all ye with ears
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

If you are a boiling lad
If you smoulder in desire
Depravity is what has born
Despair and stretched the bane
Decency and the shackles of fast
Modesty the virtue of marriage
Options you ought to choose
And impede the blaze of lust

Awareness of your state
Interest in issues of health
Awareness is the true clout

If you adore a lass
And marry you must engage
Before you yield to Judge
And the fantasy of the pledge
Avail her for a test
Call on the VCT
In case either has the bug
The other may evade the germ

Thus can Aids be contained
Listen all thee with ears
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

Amongst Somali youth
A number don’t stick to faith
And who don’t know the depth
And tenets of Islam
Neither do they fear the lord

I wish not to slander
I shall recite to you
If you will hear me at all

A hot lad there was
Baited by the love of lust
Barred not by his bulk of faith
Barren of any sense of chaste
Blazing with the itch of quest
Bent on gratifying the beast
Brought it to a matron to feast

Bargain and bartering begun
Buts and bits of a deal anon
Haggle and hawking came to end
In a pact of baleful amour

But then she brought out the sachet
Beseeched him to sport the packet
Briefed him the peril of Aids
The urgency to bypass the vice

Our boy overlooked his main misdeed
And imagined himself a saint
Overruled her offer of sack

Stupefied, she insists to know
Why the Saint won’t don the socks
The Sage solemnly invokes
The Lord Almighty’s ban

Baffled and bewildered
Our damsel’s apt rejoinder:
If the lord’s decree
Is the creed you adore
Why decline the sack
Yet you devour the sin?
Alas! You are an imp
Of no obvious insight
Off and leave mine abode
And explore our lord’s globe
And find a dullard of yam old

The message of my account
The moral of this report
I hope you accept the import
And grasp the aim of my record

Abide by Allah’s decree
Accept not the evil’s plea
Adhere to edicts of God
Uphold the icon of faith

If fealty to a point of faith
Is not in your flair and forte
In the face of the fiend flames
Fight on for the sake of life

If I may carry on to counsel
For I am but a counsel
I urge all to worry
Aids is a real story
Open thee all the ears
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge
Aids is a true plague
Marauding around our yards
And no cure to treat
Open thee all the ears
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

A bowl of milk, brimful and rich
Foaming with rim-hugging cream
Plunges and cuddles the bottom
Pouring the milk in rapid stream
Stanching the spill is a futile dream
Its time all Somali folks
Scamper to survive the scourge

So scamper for the sake of life
While you can call it your life

For when the inferno blows
Dousing it is fruitless a show
Same as that broken pot
So heed mine advice
Its time all Somali folks
Believed the ruin of Aids
And sought to save the soul

Aden Hassan, is a Somali intellectual and Orature critique based in the United States of America.

Abdurashid Omar (Ina Cawsgurow) is a Somali poet from North Eastern Kenya.

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