O mbret i Asirisë, barinjtë e tu po flenë, fisnikët e tu pushojnë; populli yt u shpërnda ndër male dhe kurrkush nuk po i mbledh.
Slumbered have thy friends, king of Asshur, Rest do thine honourable ones, Scattered have been thy people on the mountains, And there is none gathering.
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