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Today is Friday, [a day of] fasting; Come on, hey, *zëngë, zëngë*, come on, hey, *jan*! The little heart is a silver bowl. Come on, hey, *zëngë, zëngë*, come on, hey, *jan*! Little heart, remain not sorrowful,— The world remains to no man. Autumn came with the falling of dew, The foliage of the trees [is] trembling. Little heart, remain not sorrowful,— The world remains to no man. The crane called to the mountains, The wanderer lad is tottering. Little heart, remain not sorrowful,— The world remains to no man. I have risen, yet I have no remedy, I have no means to die. Little heart, remain not sorrowful,— The world remains to no man.