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I granted my brother favors until I grew weary,

ูˆุฃุฎ ุฑุฎุตุช ุนู„ูŠู‡ ุญุชู‰ ู…ู„ู†ูŠ

1. I granted my brother favors until I grew weary,
For everything grows tiresome when freely granted.

ูก. ูˆุฃูŽุฎู ุฑูŽุฎูุตู’ุชู ุนูŽู„ูŠู’ู‡ู ุญุชู‘ู‰ ู…ูŽู„ู‘ูŽู†ูŠ
ูˆุงู„ุดู‘ูŽูŠู’ุกู ู…ูŽู…ู’ู„ูˆู„ูŒ ุฅูุฐุง ู…ุง ูŠูŽุฑู’ุฎูุตู

2. Would that when he sold my love he had sold it
To one who would surpass me, not one who would lessen it!

ูข. ูŠุง ู„ูŽูŠู’ุชูŽู‡ู ุฅูุฐู’ ุจุงุนูŽ ูˆูุฏูŠ ุจุงุนูŽู‡ู
ููŠู…ูŽู†ู’ ูŠูŽุฒูŠุฏู ุนูŽู„ูŽูŠู’ู‡ู ู„ุง ู…ูŽู†ู’ ูŠูู†ู’ู‚ูุตู

3. In your time, nothingโ€™s existence brings honor
Unless a sincere friend counts it honorable.

ูฃ. ู…ุง ููŠ ุฒูŽู…ุงู†ููƒูŽ ู…ุง ูŠูŽุนูุฒู‘ู ูˆูุฌูˆุฏูู‡ู
ุฅูู†ู’ ุฑูู…ุชูŽู‡ู ุฅูู„ุงู‘ูŽ ุตูŽุฏููŠู‚ูŒ ู…ูุฎู’ู„ูุตู