Low Battery, Wandering Thoughts, and the Fajr That Passed. - Batiri ya Ƙare, Tunanina ya Bace, Asuba ta Wuce

 we spent the night with Gregorian chants- honor and praise holy spirit- prayer hymms of the monks

Passed out and exhausted, we were in bed by 7, its just past 6 am as I reach for my laptop to find this page, 

its battery low but not yet in red, my fingers trail the carpet in darkness looking for its cable,

I didn't know how exhausted I was until my waking feeling not exactly light, not exactly empty.

munyi wunin dare the wankan rukon Allahan aladin Gregorian - na ba Allah girmansa da da ba girman holy sprit - sallan wankokin bautan Allah na monks,

bamuma san lokacin da mmuka rufa idon, hankalin mu ya bar jikin mu , ga gajiya ya dauke mu, magariba nayi muyin shiga barci, yanzu asuba ta wuce da hour biyu na tashi, na ja hanun na jawo laptop domin na nami wana page ne blog ina na rubutu, 

ga battr na laptop karfinsa a kasa ama wutan sa bai shiga jaba,  fingers I na naja akan duhun carpeti, naman  wiyan wutan laptop, 

ai ba san na gaji kaman hakka ba, say yan da na farka inajin jikina bazance ba nawyi, bazance ba empty ba 

from chatgpt

Refined Version (English)

We passed out from exhaustion, asleep by 7.
Now, just past 6 AM, I reach for my laptop, searching for this page.

Its battery is low but not yet in the red.
My fingers trail across the carpet in the dark,
searching for the cable.

I didn’t realize how exhausted I was
until now—waking up,
not exactly heavy, not exactly empty.

We spent the night in ritual cleansing,
like the monks in Gregorian chants,
not in honor of the Holy Spirit,
but in reverence for God.

We don’t remember when we closed our eyes,
when our minds left our bodies,
when fatigue carried us away.

Maghrib had barely passed before we were in deep sleep.
Now, Fajr has been gone for two hours,
and I wake, my hand reaching for my laptop.

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Refined Version (Hausa)

Mun fadi da gajiya, mun kwanta tun ƙarfe bakwai na yamma.

Yanzu, an wuce ƙarfe shida na safe, ina miƙa hannu domin jawo laptop domin in sami wannan shafi.

Batirin laptop ya kusa karewa, amma bai shiga ja ba.

Fingina suna bin cikin duhun kafet,

Ina neman kebul dinsa.

Ban gane yadda na gaji ba,

Sai yanzu da na farka,

Ba nauyi ba, ba kuma fanko ba.

Mun shafe dare muna yin wankan tsarkakewa,

Kamar yadda suke yi a addinan Gregorian.

Ba don girmama Ruhu Mai Tsarki ba,

Sai don daukaka Allah.

Ba mu san lokacin da muka rufe ido ba,

Ba mu san lokacin da hankalinmu ya bar jikunanmu ba,

Ba mu san lokacin da gajiya ta dauke mu ba.

Magariba ta wuce kafin mu yi barci mai nauyi.

Yanzu kuwa, an wuce asuba da sa’a biyu,

na farka, hannuna na kokarin jawo laptop dina.