Hey Hibo! You are my good luck
You appear like ligtheneing
You are like Hodan [Boodheri’s beloved]
Your beauty is like lightning
Girls cover their body with modesty/shyness
Put conduct over their heads [act good manner]
The mother who raised them
Is modesty
Beside the appearance and honor
Heritage of our religion
They have talent and beauty
Somali girls
Are recognized as the best
[Better] than all other women of the world
They have talent and beauty
The man who gets one is lucky

I am proud of you
If you chat with me
[For a] thousands nights
And I do not sleep
Hey Hibo, I will never get tired from
Your good speech

Hi Haybe! You are my good luck
You are brave
You are the cloth I wear
The sheet that I cover my body
Like two birthed by the same mother
And have suckled thesame breasts
We are closer than those
We are a tree and its shade
We are heritage and culture
We are a female-camel and its baby
We are ambition and choice
We cannot be separated in away

I am proud of you
If you chat with me
[For a] thousands nights
And I do not sleep
I will never get tired from
Your good speech, hey Heybe