A love song from Somalia.

Oh, you are like a kilt which a young dandy set out to choose,
Oh, you are like a costly ring for which thousands were paid:
Will I ever find your like – you who have been shown to me only once?
An umbrella comes apart; you are looped iron.
Oh, you are gold of Nairobi, finely moulded,
You are the risen sun and the early days of dawn.
Will I ever find your like – you who have been shown to me only once?

from Somali Poetry OUP (1964),
by B.W Andrzejewski & I.M. Lewis