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Shakespeare's play will be performed in Hargeisa

http://www.bbc.co.uk/somali/war/2015/01 ... hakespeare



"Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry." (Act I, Scene III)

Now how they gonna put that into Somali? .."maaha nin wax deensada masa wax deemiyo...." Finish the sentence

Hamlet, I remember reading that in high school. I preferred Macbeth though. Is there an old/middle age Somali way of speaking in the Somali language like how English has one.

Lancer wrote:Hamlet, I remember reading that in high school. I preferred Macbeth though. Is there an old/middle age Somali way of speaking in the Somali language like how English has one.

Yeah ..our gabay is a Middle Ages Somali...unless adeero translates for you then you wouldn't understand.

Yea I can never understand gabay but this group should seriously consider writing this in gabay. It would sound much better and they can use it to teach literature in Somali high schools

Seeing as Somali poetry is just as complex if not more so, I don't see the problem.

Sheekh subeer is overrated anyway.

yeah walahi..Somali gabay is so underrated since the world is dominated by anglo-saxons... If Sayid Abdille Xasan was born into a aristocracy family in the Midlands of England we would've been bombarded with his poem...

here is the epic poem who wrote to the imperialist bastard named Cornfield...of course after he killed him...

You have died, Corfield, and are no longer in this world,
A merciless journey was your portion.
When, Hell-destined, you set out for the Other World,
tell them how God tried you.
Say to them: `From that day to this the Dervishes never ceased their assaults upon us.
The British were broken, the noise of battle engulfed us;
"With fervour and faith the Dervishes attacked us.'
Say: `They attacked us at mid-morning.'
Say: `Yesterday in the holy war a bullet from one of their old rifles struck me.
And the bullet struck me in the arm.'
Say: `In fury they fell upon us.'
Report how savagely their swords tore you,
Show these past generations in how many places the daggers were plunged.
Say:' "Friend," I called, "have compassion and spare me!"'
Say: `As I looked fearfully from side to side my heart was plucked from its sheath.'
Say: `My eyes stiffened as I watched with horror;
The mercy I implored was not granted.'
Say: `Striking with spear-butts at my mouth they silenced my soft words;
My ears, straining for deliverance, found nothing;
The risk I took, the mistake I made, cost my life.'
Say: `Like the war leaders of old, I cherished great plans for victory.'
Say: `The schemes the djinns planted in me brought my ruin.'
Say: `When pain racked me everywhere
Men lay sleepless at my shrieks.'
Say: `Great shouts acclaimed the departing of my soul.'
Say: `Beasts of prey have eaten my flesh and torn it asunder.'
Say: `The sound of swallowing the flesh and the fat comes from the hyena.'
Say: `The crows plucked out my veins and tendons.'
Say: `If stubborn denials are to be abandoned, then my clansmen were defeated.'
In the last stand of resistance there is always great slaughter.
Say: The Dervishes are like the advancing thunderbolts of a storm, rumbling and roaring

To be honest, I'm irritated that there is no kind of events calendar in Hargeisa. I just found out about this through my sister tagging me on instagram, an hr ago.

HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW WHEN TO TUN UP??

^^ What a Beauty of work is Evolsy is! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension

Watch this clip... listen to the reporter..."shikisbiir"...

SuldaanOfSanaag wrote:^^ What a Beauty of work is Evolsy is! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! n form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension

lol Don't be an ass.

^^ A woman proud of who she is cannot be made to feel otherwise of who she is not.

FieldMarshalMenace wrote:yeah walahi..Somali gabay is so underrated since the world is dominated by anglo-saxons... If Sayid Abdille Xasan was born into a aristocracy family in the Midlands of England we would've been bombarded with his poem...

here is the epic poem who wrote to the imperialist bastard named Cornfield...of course after he killed him...

You have died, Corfield, and are no longer in this world,
A merciless journey was your portion.
When, Hell-destined, you set out for the Other World,
tell them how God tried you.
Say to them: `From that day to this the Dervishes never ceased their assaults upon us.
The British were broken, the noise of battle engulfed us;
"With fervour and faith the Dervishes attacked us.'
Say: `They attacked us at mid-morning.'
Say: `Yesterday in the holy war a bullet from one of their old rifles struck me.
And the bullet struck me in the arm.'
Say: `In fury they fell upon us.'
Report how savagely their swords tore you,
Show these past generations in how many places the daggers were plunged.
Say:' "Friend," I called, "have compassion and spare me!"'
Say: `As I looked fearfully from side to side my heart was plucked from its sheath.'
Say: `My eyes stiffened as I watched with horror;
The mercy I implored was not granted.'
Say: `Striking with spear-butts at my mouth they silenced my soft words;
My ears, straining for deliverance, found nothing;
The risk I took, the mistake I made, cost my life.'
Say: `Like the war leaders of old, I cherished great plans for victory.'
Say: `The schemes the djinns planted in me brought my ruin.'
Say: `When pain racked me everywhere
Men lay sleepless at my shrieks.'
Say: `Great shouts acclaimed the departing of my soul.'
Say: `Beasts of prey have eaten my flesh and torn it asunder.'
Say: `The sound of swallowing the flesh and the fat comes from the hyena.'
Say: `The crows plucked out my veins and tendons.'
Say: `If stubborn denials are to be abandoned, then my clansmen were defeated.'
In the last stand of resistance there is always great slaughter.
Say: The Dervishes are like the advancing thunderbolts of a storm, rumbling and roaring

What's the name of this poem called in Somali? If it's this good in English than it most be way better in Somali.

LiquidHYDROGEN wrote:Seeing as Somali poetry is just as complex if not more so, I don't see the problem.

Sheekh subeer is overrated anyway.

Trust me somali gabay is more complex and sophisticated

Hamlet and Macbeth are the same play aint It? Lady Macbeth is Hamlets mother right?



PS Qaldaan enjoying Shakespeare--Mashalaaah. A mark of civilization. The Mjs and the South Hawiye will take them a century to catch up

I don't mean to be rude, but why are our women so fat compared to xabashis and kenyans? You would think they would be skinnier due to the heat.