wo me oma safal-omo lae fe seyni kalayo. lo me ansa: don bat-panaos lae ede telo te esa ine lahol-eyfo… nife le los, dafe noyo, banu te patyana, tae tayli kaos lae lis senyos mwe hubos lae te polia ye dimesi kaos lae netana ede senso, le los bokaa lae lis kam-omo me yada fi le senso lae olose eleteas, lae te isala dafe fi le om-sanatos, mano lae dimesu milala le los mwe haleto lae dala alo:

ye dafe opolos, tae le fi kalimos: “wi namo osimandiaso, mono de le mono: wia wi le kamos, makti le omo, ye tapya hopo!” mice tae neos. Nife le taylos fe bali kicilos, wakali ye palani ayni lefeli noyo weseu patyana

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert... near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: