1. Though fate has broken my wings or turned
My bridle-reins, or though my sandals slip,
ูก. ุฃุฆูู ุบูุถูู ุฏูุฑู ู
ู ุฌูู
ุงุญูู ุฃู ุซูููู
ุนููุงููู ุฃู ุฒููููุช ุจุฃูุฎูู
ูุตููู ุงููููุนููู
2. Shall sneering Time triumphantly cry โThere!
Behold him prostrate who was once so swiftโ?
ูข. ุชูุธุงููุฑ ููู
ู ุจุงูุดููู
ุงุชู ุฌูุงูุฉู
ููู
ุฅุญูููุฉู ูู ุงูุตููุฏุฑู ุฃุจุฑุฒููุง ุงูุฌููู
3. Nay, I am still the sword, though fallen it be,
That drank my foemen's blood. Destiny's whetstone
ูฃ. ููู ุฃูุง ุฅูุงู ุงูุณูููู ูููููู ุญุฏูููู
ููุฑุงุนู ุงูุฃุนุงุฏู ุซู
ุฃุฑููููู ุงูุตููููู