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Though fate has broken my wings or turned

ุฃุฆู† ุบุถ ุฏู‡ุฑ ู…ู† ุฌู…ุงุญูŠ ุฃูˆ ุซู†ู‰

1. Though fate has broken my wings or turned
My bridle-reins, or though my sandals slip,

ูก. ุฃุฆูู† ุบูŽุถู‘ูŽ ุฏู‡ุฑูŒ ู…ู† ุฌูู…ุงุญูŠูŽ ุฃูˆ ุซูŽู†ูŽู‰
ุนูู†ุงู†ูŠูŽ ุฃูˆ ุฒูŽู„ู‘ูŽุช ุจุฃูŽุฎู’ู…ูŽุตููŠูŽ ุงู„ู†ู‘ูŽุนู’ู„ู

2. Shall sneering Time triumphantly cry โ€œThere!
Behold him prostrate who was once so swiftโ€?

ูข. ุชูŽุธุงู‡ูŽุฑ ู‚ูˆู…ูŒ ุจุงู„ุดู‘ูŽู…ุงุชู ุฌู‡ุงู„ุฉู‹
ูˆูƒู… ุฅุญู’ู†ูŽุฉู ููŠ ุงู„ุตู‘ูŽุฏุฑู ุฃุจุฑุฒูŽู‡ุง ุงู„ุฌู‡ู„ู

3. Nay, I am still the sword, though fallen it be,
That drank my foemen's blood. Destiny's whetstone

ูฃ. ูˆู‡ู„ ุฃู†ุง ุฅู„ุงู‘ ุงู„ุณู‘ูŠูู ูู„ู‘ูŽู„ูŽ ุญุฏู‘ูŽู‡ู
ู‚ูุฑุงุนู ุงู„ุฃุนุงุฏูŠ ุซู… ุฃุฑู’ู‡ููŽู‡ ุงู„ุตู‘ูŽู‚ู„ู