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O Lord, a branch whose light

ูŠุง ุฑุจ ุบุตู† ู†ูˆุฑู‡

1. O Lord, a branch whose light
Scatters the sunset's glow

ูก. ูŠุง ุฑูุจู‘ ุบูุตู†ู ู†ููˆุฑูู‡
ูŠูุฒุฑูŠ ุจูู†ูˆุฑู ุงู„ุดูŽูู‚ู

2. Throughout its life it cries
With sleepless, weary eyes

ูข. ูŠูŽุธูŽู„ู‘ู ุทููˆู„ ุนูู…ุฑูู‡ู
ูŠูŽุจูƒูŠ ุจูุฌูู†ู ุฃูŽุฑู‚ู

3. Its yellow hue reveals
A passion and the zeal

ูฃ. ุตููุฑูŽุชูู‡ู ุชูุฎุจูุฑู ุนูŽู†
ุนูุดู‚ู ูˆูŽู„ูŽู…ู‘ุง ูŠูŽุนุดูŽู‚ู

4. Of loversโ€”for in dusk
Or dawn their fires burn still

ูค. ู†ุงุฑู ุงู„ู…ูุญุจู‘ู ููŠ ุงู„ุญูŽุดุง
ูˆูŽู†ุงุฑูู‡ู ููŠ ุงู„ู…ูŽูุฑูู‚ู

5. No solace we will find
In any sunset land

ูฅ. ู„ุงุญูŽ ู„ูŽู†ุง ููŠ ู…ูŽุบุฑูุจู
ููŽุฑูŽุฏู‘ูŽู†ุง ููŠ ู…ูŽุดุฑูู‚ู