Ta maira nin i fá antalya kalya,
Naltarya néka mal amleuka leukaron,
Quiquie quelis feanya ola marya,
þosserya maika ve naika yaime maiwion.

"So precious to me the light that lights up your face,
Its reflection faint, but the warmest of warm,
Whenever it fades my soul turns pale,
Its dread piercing like the painful call of gulls."