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My noble husband is now martial-like! |
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The hero of the country! |
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My husband, grasping his halberd, |
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Is in the leading chariot of the king's [host]. |
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Since my husband went to the east, |
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My head has been like the flying [pappus of the] artemisia. |
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It is not that I could not anoint and wash it; |
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But for whom should I adorn myself? |
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O for rain! O for rain! |
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But brightly the sun comes forth. |
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Longingly I think of my husband, |
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Till my heart is weary, and my head aches. |
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How shall I get the plant of forgetfulness? |
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I would plant it on the north of my house. |
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Longingly I think of my husband, |
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And my heart is made to ache. |