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The fire is lit in the ashes of questions

ุณุทูˆุฑ

1. The fire is lit in the ashes of questions
Its smoke stirs memories

ูก. ุงู„ู†ุงุฑู ุชูุถุฑูŽู…ู ููŠ ุฑูุงุชู ุงู„ุฃุณุฆู„ุฉู’
โ€ู„ุฏุฎุงู†ู‡ุงย  ุณู…ุฑูŒย  ูŠุซูŠุฑย  ุงู„ุฃุฎูŠู„ูŽู€ุฉู’

2. And the throats of forgetfulness recited its connection
A melody, so beautiful, flowing freely here!

ูข. โ€ูˆุญู†ุงุฌุฑ ุงู„ู†ุณูŠุงู† ุจุซุช ูˆุตู„ู€ู‡ุง
โ€ู†ุบู…ู‹ุง ู‡ู†ุง ู…ุณุชุฑุณู„ู‹ุง ู…ุง ุฃุฌู…ู„ูŽู‡ู’!

3. And I who brought its words closer together
Between me and the sea, a boat set loose

ูฃ. โ€ูˆุฃู†ุง ุงู„ุชูŠ ุฃุฏู†ุช ููˆุงุตู„ ุญุฑูู‡ุง
โ€ุจูŠู†ูŠ ูˆุจูŠู† ุงู„ุจุญุฑ ูู„ู’ูƒูŒ ู…ุฑุณู„ูŽุฉู’

4. My little blue notebook, in its goblets
Ink was poured over neglected lines

ูค. โ€ุฌู†ู‘ูŠุชูŠย  ุฒุฑู‚ุงุกูŽย  ููŠย  ุฃู‚ุฏุงุญู€ู€ู€ู‡ุง
โ€ุณููƒูุจูŽ ุงู„ู…ุฏุงุฏ ุนู„ู‰ ุณุทูˆุฑู ู…ูู‡ู’ู…ูŽู„ูŽุฉู’

5. The language of speech, its favors came in succession
And scattered above moistened lips

ูฅ. โ€ู„ุบุฉูย  ุงู„ูƒู„ุงู…ูย  ุชูˆุงุชุฑุชย  ุขู„ุงุคู‡ุง
โ€ูˆุชู†ุงุซุฑุช ููˆู‚ ุงู„ุดูุงู‡ู ู…ูุจู„ูู‘ู„ูŽุฉู’

6. A twilight of passion I had neglected
Hints in vain, while life is stalled

ูฆ. โ€ุดูู‚ูŒ ู…ู†ย  ุงู„ูˆุฌุฏูย  ุงู„ุฐูŠ ุฃู‡ู…ู„ุชูู‡ู
โ€ุนุจุซู‹ุง ูŠูู„ู…ูู‘ุญูย  ูˆุงู„ุญูŠู€ู€ุงุฉูย  ู…ูุนุทูŽู‘ู„ู€ู€ู€ุฉู’

7. Excuse me (Shakespeare), your endurance no longer
Had vigor when the veins (of questions) dried up!

ูง. โ€ุนุฐุฑู‹ุง (ุดูƒุณุจูŠุฑ)ุงุญุชู…ุงู„ูƒ ู„ู… ูŠุนุฏ
โ€ุฑู…ู‚ู‹ุงย  ุฅุฐุงย  ุฌูู‘ุชู’ ุนุฑูˆู‚ (ุงู„ู…ุณุฃู„ุฉู’)!