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{{rtl|{{Heb|כֿנעל | {{rtl|{{Heb|כֿנעל מי נִכְֿנָע לעֶש אְן קל׳אַסאג אְזש כּראְיין אְ תחוּשה קֿראָ סזעֶך טאְ נא קְבָֿרוֹת.}}}} | ||
{{rtl|{{Heb|תּ-עֶ מאְר שאַ איס בּעֶיי שעֶ מאְר שאַ, מאְר בֿאְ שעֶ מאְר שאַ, אוֹ זְמָנִים רוֹ כֿיבֿנאְ;}}}} | {{rtl|{{Heb|תּ-עֶ מאְר שאַ איס בּעֶיי שעֶ מאְר שאַ, מאְר בֿאְ שעֶ מאְר שאַ, אוֹ זְמָנִים רוֹ כֿיבֿנאְ;}}}} | ||
{{rtl|{{Heb|תּאָ שיעט אין אְ ףאַל׳אב איסצעֶך טאְן שאול, נאְ | {{rtl|{{Heb|תּאָ שיעט אין אְ ףאַל׳אב איסצעֶך טאְן שאול, נאְ שכלים ה־עֶקני ה-אלאְ. ר׳י כְּתָֿרוֹת}}}} | ||
{{rtl|{{Heb|אְק ליליאְן איס אְק ל׳אַבֿרישאְן אְ | {{rtl|{{Heb|אְק ליליאְן איס אְק ל׳אַבֿרישאְן אָ ה-איעט אְ פאַל׳אְב; אַך כֿנעל מי נִכְֿנָע.}}}} | ||
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'''''Gină gan c̦uł''''' (''lă hEdnă Seynt Vinsănt Miley'') | '''''Gină gan c̦uł''''' (''lă hEdnă Seynt Vinsănt Miley'') | ||
''Chnel | ''Chnel mi nichnă leș ăn głasăgh năn crăyn ă tchüșă ghro szech dă nă gvorăs.'' | ||
''T'e măr șa is bey șe măr șa, măr vă șe măr șa, u zmanim ru chivnă;'' | ''T'e măr șa is bey șe măr șa, măr vă șe măr șa, u zmanim ru chivnă;'' | ||
''To șied ă fałăv isțech dăn șoal, nă | ''To șied ă fałăv isțech dăn șoal, nă skholim h-egni h-olă. Ŗi csorăs*'' | ||
''Tăg liliăn is tăg łavrișăn | ''Tăg liliăn is tăg łavrișăn o h-ied ă fałăv; ăch chnel mi nichnă.'' | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
{{ast}} Poetic license; the usual plural of ''cesăr'' 'crown' is ''csorim''. | {{ast}} Poetic license; the usual plural of ''cesăr'' 'crown' is ''csorim''. | ||
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I am not surrendered to the locking away of hearts feeling love into the graves. | I am not surrendered to the locking away of hearts feeling love into the graves. | ||
It is like this, and it will be like this, for it was like this, from times before memory: | It is like this, and it will be like this, for it was like this, from times before memory: | ||
Into Sheol they leave, the wise and beautiful | Into Sheol they leave, the wise and beautiful intellects. With crowns | ||
Of lilies and of laurel they leave; but I am not surrendered. | Of lilies and of laurel they leave; but I am not surrendered. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||