Melmeo Naire
 
Imbilinkion *kossa *kosse nu i tópa,
Vorolindelassion linde asalaste
Quanta korna Rása yo menel elerrína,
Fantaner Ardo yára yerna *yalle.
 
Ta túlel as karne nairie pempi,
Ta aselye túler illi nier Ardo,
Ta i moiala kiryaron illi nairi,
Ta unótime yenyaron ilya kólo.
 
Sí imbilinki ye kostar nu i telme,
Tyúremalwa Rána, i silme or i helle,
Ta i alasende lassion yalme,
Walyar lo Ardo yára yerna *yalle.


THE SORROW OF LOVE
by: W.B. Yeats
HE quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.
 
And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.
 
And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.