Crane, when will you come? I am a servant of your voice.
Crane, don't you have news from our country?
Don't run to your flock, you will arrive soon enough:
Crane, don't you have news from our country?
I have left my possessions and vineyard, and I have come hither:
How often do I sigh, it seems that my soul is torn from me:
Crane, stay a little, your voice is in my soul:
Crane, don't you have news from our country?
The autumn is near, and you are ready to leave:
You have joined a large flock:
You have not answered me and you have flown away!
Crane, go from our country, and fly far away!
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