NOTE: 26

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It has clouded over, [yet] no snow falls, It has grown dark, [yet] he does not come home.— You are on a distant road, No sleep comes to my eyes. I call, I call: *yar*, come, *yar*! Darkness has fallen, come home, [my] heartless *yar*! This night will pass with difficulty, It will drag on, slender and long. Mine [will pass] with sighs and laments, [But] how will yours pass, *yar*? Up through the gorges lie the open fields, The water has wrecked my house. Make haste, turn back, come!— Your beloved is left forlorn at home.