Fourth Linguifex Relay

The Fourth Linguifex Relay was a conlang relay, a game of conlingual telephone, on Linguifex. The relay text was written in Wiobian by the relaymaster IlL. The text passed through eight translations before being retranslated into Wiobian.

Texts

The original text was provided by IlL in his conlang the Wiobian language. The text is a religious poem, describing the impermanence of worldly matters and exhorting the audience to live according to Heaven's moral laws.

ei! jån' kähne Jündemruoger - O how quickly the sculpture of life

• Wiobian
• Sceptrian
• Van
• Kandi
• Alaia
• Dyrel
• Minhast
• I Kronurum
• Rennic
• Wiobian retranslated

The relay ran from July 8^th until July 24^th, and included 9 languages on the wiki (Wiobian, Sceptrian, Van, Kandi, Alaia, Dyrel, Minhast, I Kronurum and Rennic).

Original text

Original Wiobian	IPA	English
ei! jån' kähne Jündemruoger snirre ure nungnung Troh; Sioner röbes ƕieme Puoger', ind' enwülze Þafte quoh'. ei! lind mause bückne mungel, Wiote-Wuzes duoɟ niens Kliten', ionem' ƕind Benußes zungel; Kuobs mes pepen, Ƕeiges miten.	/ʔei jɔn ˈkɛːnə ˈjyndəmˌruogər/ /ˈçnirːə ˈuːrə ˈnuŋnuŋ troːx/ /çionərːrøːbəç xʷiemə ˈpuogər/ /ʔind ʔənˈwylcə ˈsaftə kʷoːx/ /ʔei lind mauçə ˈbyknə ˈmuŋːəl/ /ˈwiotə ˈwuːcəç duoɟ nienç ˈkliːtən/ /ˈʔionəm xʷind bəˈnusːəç ˈcuŋːəl/ /kuobç meç ˈpeːpən ˈxʷeigəç ˈmiːtən/	O how quickly the sculpture of life Shatters into tiny little fragments! The splendor of the king on his throne Is completely swept away by sea-waves. Ye who have come hither stationed here, By Heaven's grace ye are guests, Just like us, ye act in order to be judged; Therefore let us be generous to the pauper, and give to our neighbor.

Retranslated text

Wiobian retranslated	IPA	English (literal)
ei Wiot', I ƕiens Beskäme guole je Hüzze bückne gu mekern! ƕind Ie bemizzem hel besruole. gan ube, Swip, ƕind Ies deßɟer'm: ƕiens Fröck' & Feil' mit bar Hon-Snieks gnit ƕind teipem spang ahn Pözrembern.	/ʔei ˈwiot ʔiː xʷienç bəˈçkɛːmə ˈguolə/ /jə ˈxycːə ˈbykːnə guː məˈkern/ /xʷind ʔie bəˈmicːəm xeːl bəˈçruolə/ /gan ˈʔuːbə çwiːp xʷind ʔieç dəsˈɟeːrm/ /xʷienç ˈfrøkːˌfeil miːt/ /baːr ˈxoːnˌçniekç gniːt/ /xʷind ˈteipəm çpaŋ ʔaːn ˈpøcrəmˌbeːrn/	O Heaven, Who grantest us strength and ordainest triumph from far above, We wait upon Thee with longing. Thus now, O Lord, we entreat Thee: Give us the means So that we death unfearing May break down those wooden idols.

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