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TUMI, ÁSBE JÁNI MOR GHARE
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DIN KET́ECHE D́EKE D́EKE
RÁT CALE JÁY ÁNKHI NIIRE
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GRIIŚMA GECHE VARŚÁ GECHE
ÁSHÁ NIRÁSHÁY GHIRECHE
SHARATERI SHIULI GUCCHE
D́EKE GECHI SÁDARE
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TUMI, ÁSBE JÁNI MOR GHARE
HEMANTERI HIMEL HAWÁY SHIIT
KÁLERI KANAKANE VÁY
DÁO NI SÁŔÁ TÁKÁO NIKO
ELE VASANTERA SURE
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TUMI, ÁSBE JÁNI MOR GHARE

I was sure You would come to my home.

My days passed by calling You,
and nights passed by
with tears flowing from my eyes.

Summer approached,
rains descended,
surrounding me in hope and despair.

Holding a bunch of night jasmine flowers,
I continued calling You with reverence.

In the cool pre-winter breeze
and in the cold wind of winter,
I called You.

You did not respond,
did not see me,
but came with the melody of spring.