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The dust stirs yet its plume cannot be grasped

ูŠุทูˆูŠ ุงู„ูุฏุงูุฏ ู„ุง ูŠุฑุงู… ุบุจุงุฑู‡

1. The dust stirs yet its plume cannot be grasped
An arrow aimed at the wastelandโ€™s core aloft

ูก. ูŠุทูˆูŠ ุงู„ูุฏุงูุฏ ู„ุง ูŠุฑุงู… ุบุจุงุฑู‡ู
ุณู‡ู…ูŒ ุฅู„ู‰ ูƒุจุฏู ุงู„ูู„ุงุฉู ู…ููˆู‘ู‚ู

2. Like the sun whose westward rim bids its farewell
Before the gloom passes, the east will engulf

ูข. ูƒุงู„ุดู…ุณ ุฃููู‚ ุงู„ุบุฑุจ ูˆุฏู‘ุนู‡ุง ูˆู„ูŽู…ู’
ูŠู…ุถ ุงู„ุฏุฌู‰ ุญุชู‰ ุญูˆุงู‡ุง ุงู„ู…ุดุฑู‚ู