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Shall I live or let the days be for others?

ุฃุนูŠุด ุฃู… ุฃุฏุน ุงู„ุฃูŠุงู… ู„ู„ู†ุงุณ

1. Shall I live or let the days be for others?
I'm tired of my world, my worries and obsessions.

ูก. ุฃุนูŠุดู ุฃู… ุฃุฏูŽุนู ุงู„ุฃูŠู‘ุงู…ูŽ ู„ู„ู†ุงุณ
ุณุฆู…ุช ุฏู†ูŠุงูŠ ู…ู† ู‡ู…ู‘ูŠ ูˆูˆุณูˆุงุณูŠ

2. If I say one day enough of what I suffered,
I go back to revive my dreams with my joy.

ูข. ุฅู† ู‚ู„ุชู ูŠูˆู…ุงู‹ ูƒูุงู†ูŠ ู…ุง ุดู‚ูŠุช ุจู‡
ุฃุนูˆุฏ ุฃูู†ุนูุดู ุฃุญู„ุงู…ูŠ ุจุฅูŠู†ุงุณูŠ

3. I immortalized my poetry in myself and count it
as ending when my life comes to its end.

ูฃ. ุฎู„ู‘ุฏุช ุดุนุฑูŠ ููŠ ู†ูุณูŠ ูˆุฃุญุณูŽุจูู‡
ุณูŠู†ุชู‡ูŠ ุญูŠู†ู…ุง ุชู†ุดู‚ู‘ ุฃุฑู…ุงุณูŠ

4. The daughters of my thoughts are countless treasures
So why is my heart burdened with bankruptcy?

ูค. ุจู†ุงุช ููƒุฑูŠ ูƒู†ูˆุฒูŒ ู„ุง ุนุฏุงุฏ ู„ู‡ุง
ูู…ุง ู„ู‚ูŽู„ุจููŠูŽ ู…ูƒู†ูˆุจูŒ ุจุฅูู„ุงุณูŠ

5. If another says my wealth that I gathered is enough,
I say my fill of life is just paper and pen.

ูฅ. ุฅู† ู‚ุงู„ ุบูŠุฑูŠูŽ ุญุณุจูŠ ุงู„ู…ุงู„ ุฃุฌู…ูŽุนู‡
ุฃู‚ูˆู„ู ุญุณุจูŠูŽ ู…ู† ุฏู†ูŠุงูŠูŽ ู‚ุฑุทุงุณูŠ

6. I gave my art what I was given of my time,
My life, my thoughts, my hopes and feelings.

ูฆ. ูˆู‡ุจุชู ูู†ู‘ููŠูŽ ู…ุง ุฃูˆุชูŠุชู ู…ู† ุฒู…ู†ูŠ
ุนู…ุฑูŠ ูˆููƒุฑูŠ ูˆุขู…ุงู„ูŠ ูˆุฅุญุณุงุณูŠ

7. And from art I have thorns I sang with
Above any bright scented flower.

ูง. ูˆู„ูŠ ู…ู† ุงู„ูู†ู‘ ุฃุดูˆุงูƒูŒ ุบู†ูŠุชูŒ ุจู‡ุง
ุนู† ูƒู„ู‘ ุฒู‡ุฑ ุฐูƒูŠู‘ู ุงู„ุนุทุฑู ู…ูŠุงุณ

8. Fate has confusing rules,
Among them the merciful and the cruel tyrant.

ูจ. ูˆู„ู„ู…ู‚ุงุฏูŠุฑ ุฃุญูƒุงู…ูŒ ู…ุญูŠู‘ุฑูŽุฉูŒ
ู…ู†ู‡ุง ุงู„ุฑุญูŠู…ู ูˆู…ู†ู‡ุง ุงู„ุฌุงุฆุฑู ุงู„ู‚ุงุณูŠ

9. If I wish for something my time tells me
Youโ€™re not suited for dark misfortunes.

ูฉ. ุฅุฐุง ุชู…ู†ูŠุช ุดูŠุฆุงู‹ ู‚ุงู„ ู„ูŠ ุฒู…ู†ูŠ
ู…ุง ุฃู†ุช ู„ู„ู†ูƒุจุงุช ุงู„ุณูˆุฏ ุจุงู„ู†ุงุณูŠ

10. And if I despair I have in the fire a place
As if I killed thousands of people.

ูกู . ูˆุฅู† ูŠุฆุณุชู ูู„ูŠ ููŠ ุงู„ู†ุงุฑ ู…ู†ุฒู„ุฉูŒ
ูƒุฃู†ูŽู†ูŠ ู‚ุงุชู„ ุฃู„ูุงู‹ ู…ู† ุงู„ู†ุงุณ

11. Oh Lord if what comes next is like what came before
Then extend the rope of ruin from my breathโ€™s rope.

ูกูก. ุฑุจู‘ุงู‡ู ุฅู† ูŠูƒู† ุงู„ุขุชูŠ ูƒุณุงุจู‚ู‡
ูู…ูุฏู‘ูŽ ุญุจู„ูŽ ุงู„ุฑุฏู‰ ู…ู† ุญุจู„ ุฃู†ูุงุณูŠ

12. I spent my life on empty trills, the nearest
So do the days add to my emptinesses?

ูกูข. ุฃูู†ูŠุชู ุนู…ุฑูŠ ููŠ ุงู„ุฃุฑุฌุงุณู ุฃู‚ุฑุจู‡ุง
ูู‡ู„ ุชุฒูŠุฏู ุนู„ู‰ ุงู„ุฃูŠู‘ุงู… ุฃุฑุฌุงุณูŠ