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My state and manner have become unrecognizable

ุชู†ูƒุฑ ู…ู†ูŠ ุงู„ุญุงู„ ูˆุงู„ุทูˆุฑ ูˆุงู„ุฒูŠ

1. My state and manner have become unrecognizable,
And my sins spread across folded pages.

ูก. ุชู†ูƒุฑ ู…ู†ูŠ ุงู„ุญุงู„ ูˆุงู„ุทูˆุฑ ูˆุงู„ุฒูŠ
ูˆู†ุดุฑ ุฐู†ูˆุจูŠ ููŠ ุตุญุงููŠ ู…ุทูˆูŠ

2. I have no argument at your door except my miseryโ€”
My God, here I am, cast onto your courtyard.

ูข. ูˆู…ุงู„ูŠ ุณูˆู‰ ุฐู„ูŠ ุจุจุงุจูƒ ุญุฌุฉ
ุงู„ู‡ูŠ ูˆุงู†ูŠ ููŠ ูู†ุงุฆูƒ ู…ุฑู…ูŠ

3. When my life runs out, let me die professing
The generous creed, O Living and Eternal.

ูฃ. ุงุฐุง ู…ุง ุงู†ุชู‡ู‰ ุนู…ุฑูŠ ุงู…ุชู†ูŠ ู…ูˆุญุฏุง
ุนู„ู‰ ุงู„ู…ู„ุฉ ุงู„ุณู…ุญุงุก ุจุงุจุฑ ูŠุงุญูŠ