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*Yar*, ah, pant, pant, my heart, *Vay, yar, le*. My heart is a sparrow’s wing, *Yar*. No drop is redder [than it],— *Vay, yar, le*. [Yet] if I open it, my heart is black. I am a garden, I have no fence; I am a true lad, I have no beloved [*yar*]. My life has slipped from my hands,— I am young, I know nothing [of it]. The willow tree bears no fruit; Beneath it is stone, it cannot be plowed. [Neither] that God nor the heavens Provide a cure for the one in love.