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Oh Lord, plunder and looting have carried you off

ุฃู„ุง ุฑุจ ู†ู‡ุจ ู‚ุฏ ุญูˆูŠุช ูˆุบุงุฑุฉ

1. Oh Lord, plunder and looting have carried you off
You witnessed โ€˜Abal's ruin, his neck laden with steel chains

ูก. ุฃูŽู„ุง ุฑุจู‘ ู†ูŽู‡ุจ ู‚ูŽุฏ ุญูŽูˆูŽูŠุชูŽ ูˆูŽุบุงุฑูŽุฉ
ุดูŽู‡ูุฏุชูŽ ุนูŽู„ู‰ ุนูŽุจู„ู ุฃูŽุณูŠู„ู ุงู„ู…ูู‚ูŽู„ู‘ูŽุฏู

2. And a flock of birds hovering around his skull
Battering it repeatedly with sharp beaks

ูข. ูˆูŽู‚ุฑู†ู ุชูŽุฑูŽูƒุชูŽ ุงู„ุทูŽูŠุฑ ุชูŽุญุฌู„ู ุญูŽูˆู„ูŽู‡ู
ููŽู‚ูŽุฑู‘ูŽุนูŽุชู‡ู ุถูŽุฑุจุงู‹ ุจูุนูŽุถุจู ุงู„ู…ูู‡ูŽู†ู‘ูŽุฏู