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Pour me a draught, pure from your hand

ู‚ู… ูุงุณู‚ู†ูŠ ู…ู† ูŠุฏูŠูƒ ุตุงููŠุฉ

1. Pour me a draught, pure from your hand
whose cheek its brightness garbs in flame

ูก. ู‚ู…ู’ ูุงุณู’ู‚ูู†ููŠ ู…ูู†ู’ ูŠูŽุฏูŽูŠู’ูƒูŽ ุตูŽุงููŽูŠุฉู‹
ุฎูŽุฏู‘ููƒูŽ ูŠูŽูƒู’ุณููˆ ุดูุนูŽุงุนูŽู‡ูŽุง ู„ูŽู‡ูŽุจุง

2. As if the water of clear skies
met from your smile, like loverโ€™s claim.

ูข. ูƒูŽุฃู†ู‘ูŽ ู…ูŽุงุกูŽ ุงู„ุตู‘ูŽูุงุกู ู‚ูŽุงุจูŽู„ูŽู‡ูŽุง
ู…ูู†ู’ูƒูŽ ุงุจุชุณุงู…ูŒ ููŽู…ูŽุซู’ู„ูŽ ุงู„ุญูŽุจูŽุจุง

3. And so I seize what green survives,
though death has danced the heads and feet.

ูฃ. ููŽู‡ูŽุง ุฃูŽู†ูŽุง ูููŠ ุงู„ุฎูุถููˆุฑู ู…ูู†ู’ุชูŽู‡ุฒ
ูŠุง ู…ูู†ู’ูŠูŽุฉูŽ ุงู„ู†ู‘ูŽูู’ุณู ุบูŽูŠู’ุจูŽุฉูŽ ุงู„ุฑู‘ูู‚ูŽุจุง

4. Amazed, that as my thirst expands,
my drunkenness from you grows replete.

ูค. ู…ูู†ู’ ุนูŽุฌูŽุจู ุฃู†ู‘ูŽู†ููŠ ุฃูŽุฒูŠูุฏูƒ ู…ูู†ู’
ุดูุฑู’ุจููŠ ูˆูŽุณููƒู’ุฑููŠ ุนู„ู‰ ู‚ุฏู’ ุบูŽู„ูŽุจูŽุง