(aro provu aro aro, emnikore Amaya maro)
More and more, Lord, more and more
This is how Thou punish me -
I escaped from Thee hiding
Now being caught how could I escape
Snatch my all here, snatch
Whatever needs done realize this time
Whether I lose or Thou lose
I sell in gatherings, river gates, ferries
Spending my days in amused gaming
See now, how Thou make me cry!
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