Flowers of my Nation

O flowers of my nation

Trees without roots bear no fruits and flowers without colour are beauty bare

You were born of warriors and pious mothers

Do not let them tell you come from a nation of pirates,

know that the rhythmic prose of our ancestors still rests heavy on many tongues we will be forever more the nation of poets

Sometimes you may be tongue tied as you try to articulate in

the mother tongue but never attempt to eradicate its beautiful sounds

We shall teach our children bi'idnillah its beauty in every way

Somali waxyar yaqaana they shall never say

O flowers of my nation many smooth talking elders may whisper to you in riddles seeming to ooze wisdom, but they carry mental poison designed to ruin the fruits of seeds you sowed so long ago

When they preach to you tell them; stop digging up the roots of evil and just let it go

And in their minds plant ripe ideas like freedom from the chains of the past

Let them see that horrors of the yesterday won't dictate your future and that u strife for peace that will last

O Flowers of my nation for so long they have abused our birth right denying us a say in the future of our nation

Attempting to surround us with darkness so that we may never reach a higher station

Let us start a revolution born out of youthful wisdom and pure patriotic love

Rising against injustice putting our faith in the One above

Let us paint over dark clouds with rainbows

Replace shrapnel filled sands with many a beautiful rose

Come forth to mend the broken wings of peace and let us appease no more the lovers of war

Destroy ignorance and put unity at the core

O flowers of my nation let us prepare for the return to the mother land

Exploring majestic mountains, beautiful beaches and glorious pastures there is much to be planned

Whether you're from north or south bari ama galbed we are one

I am you and you me

May we gather for ciyaar somali under grand acacias

Relating sheeko somali under the stars and laughing on every occasion

O Flowers of my nation

pour blood, sweat and tears into the rich soils that hold our mother land

Caress the aching land with tender hands

Be the asli hassans, xawo takos and syl of the 21st century

Bring your dreams to live and into the sky watch them soar

Like Dr hawa abdi raise the spirits of the sick and poor

And just like Knaan show the world that Somalia is worth fighting for.

Qalbi nura Galaydh

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