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We live our lives, yet no drink is poured for us,

ู†ู‚ุถูŠ ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ ูˆู„ู… ูŠูุตุฏ ู„ุดุงุฑุจู†ุง

1. We live our lives, yet no drink is poured for us,
No feast laid out, nor kindling lit in winterโ€™s dearth.

ูก. ู†ูŽู‚ุถูŠ ุงู„ุญูŽูŠุงุฉูŽ ูˆูŽู„ูŽู… ูŠููุตูŽุฏ ู„ูุดุงุฑูุจูู†ุง
ุฏูŽู†ู‘ูŒ ูˆูŽู„ุง ุนูŽูˆุฏูู†ุง ููŠ ุงู„ุฌูŽุฏุจู ู…ูŽูุตูˆุฏู

2. We leave this life without discovering
What people truly seek while on this earth.

ูข. ู†ููุงุฑูู‚ู ุงู„ุนูŽูŠุดูŽ ู„ูŽู… ู†ูŽุธููŽุฑ ุจูู…ูŽุนุฑูููŽุฉู
ุฃูŽูŠู‘ู ุงู„ู…ูŽุนุงู†ูŠ ุจูุฃูŽู‡ู„ู ุงู„ุฃูŽุฑุถู ู…ูŽู‚ุตูˆุฏู

3. No lore has brought us tales of distant worlds,
No telescope surveys the skies, no news is heard.

ูฃ. ู„ูŽู… ุชูุนุทูู†ุง ุงู„ุนูู„ู…ูŽ ุฃูŽุฎุจุงุฑูŒ ูŠูŽุฌูŠุกู ุจูู‡ุง
ู†ูŽู‚ู„ูŒ ูˆูŽู„ุง ูƒูŽูˆูƒูŽุจูŒ ููŠ ุงู„ุฃูŽุฑุถู ู…ูŽุฑุตูˆุฏู

4. All that once flourished green now lies in white,
Each crop, when ripe, is all too soon interred.

ูค. ูˆูŽุงูุจูŠูŽุถู‘ูŽ ู…ุง ุงูุฎุถูŽุฑู‘ูŽ ู…ูู† ู†ูŽุจุชู ุงู„ุฒูŽู…ุงู†ู ุจูู†ุง
ูˆูŽูƒูู„ู‘ู ุฒูŽุฑุนู ุฅูุฐุง ู…ุง ู‡ุงุฌูŽ ู…ูŽุญุตูˆุฏู