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I set the pitcher on my shoulder, *Jān, yāro jān* [Ah, sweet beloved], Let me go to the spring for water, *Jān, yāro jān*, Whatever thorn may lie before me, *Jān, yāro jān*, May it pierce the heart of the evil eye! *Jān, yāro jān, jān, yāro jān*, I loved, [and] I took [him for mine]. The sun sank down [to rest], The fair one found her master. The ill words of strangers Rotted in their own hearts. In [this] world I have a master, For my beloved I have love; Open-browed [and] true to his word, I have a father who keeps me.

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