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Turn her safely, for no evil dwells in her light,

ุฃุฏุฑู‡ุง ุนู„ู‰ ุฃู…ู† ูู…ุง ุซู… ู…ู† ุจุงุณ

1. Turn her safely, for no evil dwells in her light,
Though her ears are adorned and the myrtle entwined.

ูก. ุฃูŽุฏูุฑู‡ุง ุนูŽู„ู‰ ุฃูŽู…ู†ู ููŽู…ุง ุซูŽู…ู‘ูŽ ู…ูู† ุจุงุณู
ูˆูŽุฅูู† ุญูŽุฏู‘ูŽุฏูŽุช ุขุฐุงู†ูŽู‡ุง ูˆูŽุฑูŽู‚ู ุงู„ุขุณ

2. She is only laughing clouds on a rainy day,
Playful flashes of lightning with delicate measure.

ูข. ูˆูŽู…ุง ู‡ููŠูŽ ุฅูู„ู‘ุง ุถุงุญููƒุงุชู ุบูŽู…ุงุฆูู…ู
ู„ููˆุงุนูุจู ู…ูู† ูˆูŽู…ุถู ุงู„ุจุฑูˆู‚ ุจูู…ูู‚ุจุงุณ

3. A procession of winds shook the river for a while,
As horsesโ€™ hooves beat on coats of mail.

ูฃ. ูˆูŽูˆูŽูุฏู ุฑููŠุงุญู ุฒูŽุนุฒูŽุนูŽ ุงู„ู†ูŽู‡ุฑูŽ ู…ูุฏู‘ูŽุฉู‹
ูƒูŽู…ุง ูˆูŽุทูุฆูŽุช ุฏูุฑุนุงู‹ ุณูŽู†ุงุจููƒู ุฃูŽูุฑุงุณ