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15.

The sun rose quivering, My plane-tree-tall *yar*, Our affair turned into a fight, [My] sorrow-sharing *yar*. May the enemy's son die, My plane-tree-tall *yar*, It turned out according to his wicked heart, [My] sorrow-sharing *yar*. My plane-tree-tall *yar*, My plane-tree-tall *yar*, My plane-tree-tall *yar*, [My] praiseworthy *yar*. I kept the lamp burning, burning, I fell out with [my] father, I abandoned mother and brother, [And] I took the one I loved. Call out from the edge of the cliff, Let the enemy be put to shame; May I die for your sun [life], dear *yar*, Flourish green like a plane tree!