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He sang to us one scorching day,

ุบู†ู‰ ู„ู†ุง ูŠูˆู… ุญุฑ

1. He sang to us one scorching day,
My friends then died of cold away,

ูก. ุบู†ู‘ู‰ ู„ู†ุง ูŠูˆู…ูŽ ุญุฑู‘ู
ูู…ุงุชูŽ ุจุฑุฏุงู‹ ุฑูุงู‚ูŠ

2. Would we were in the Hijaz still,
When hot winds blew oโ€™er Irฤqโ€™s hill.

ูข. ูŠุง ู„ูŠุชู†ุง ููŠ ุญุฌุงุฒู
ุฅุฐุง ุดุฏุง ููŠ ุนุฑุงู‚ู