Yeethai
walder
staishlaw
ga,
tlande
iskoon
fashbaw
thloolm,
Oosenflaukh
chaeg
awde
nal,
tlande
aahuhngtagaa
raapthingi
basheln,
Aazraw
saesh
ga
dema
bashen
aidoogren
awtluh
otlai
baeyaa,
Mauluhmpeed
ese
olsenraapaa
kothai
stoob
nalee
ga.
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Beneath the wide sky where the autumn winds play,
A boy knelt in soil, where his soldiers lay.
From the box at his side, he cast them around,
A scatter of warriors upon the dirt mound.
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Wendesketleste
oosenmelkeeyor
Maudaegeed,
Yelzos
yuhneechaw,
Oot
chaeg
mauyaindnaakee
ga
aagraagen
awtluht
otlai
doo.
“Felde
raapthingi,”
awkan
bashen
“aacheshlabroot
aw
rawf
tluhl,
Thoowen
aw
paashleh
basheln,
thoowen
otlai
induhtlooh.”
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Disorder reigned first, a chaos untamed,
Yet the boy, undeterred, would see it reframed.
“For soldiers,” he said, “must stand in their line,
Each in their station, each by design.”
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Bashen eethaes ebri wendeskewen ga, Kadreehwik ga, draugeyeewen ga,
Awlbramool ese khawshaw thleez aw droogfik ga,
Raile de igen uhrawf ga, tichee kuhbaang aw ro,
otlai ootshawkes yuhneeluhmpee e etzawg thoo.
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He reached for the first, the (Private), the least,
A bearer of burdens, a cog in the beast.
These men hold the line, with rifles in hand,
The steadfast foundation of any command.
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Otlai pledee onathal Kafaehwik ga, zaekat yuhneewizle drafee,
Karawfwik skau staidradawen, skau raidradawen ai mauzabookhee.
Ookotawn ootaw staidradad ootawnawnat bashe aadar ga,
Tlauspuh ooshotawn tho espuhzaw elzawlgaw uhgruhbel.
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Next came the (Corporal), a proven young blade,
A rank for the brave, for the strong unafraid.
Promoted for valor, they rally the mass,
Ensuring the orders of leaders shall pass.
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Shenga ayaakoshlabroot Kanodenwik ga, aulhlaes bashel
Aelthel shlaizeelir ga ai aashlabroot otlai hae,
Zrazroot raapthing oot daebuhyee maeploom,
Bashe ootawnawer aeraile bae khlod, tlande adraethen Yelzos.
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Then rose the (Sergeant), their guide,
The keeper of discipline, standing with pride.
Not merely a soldier, but mentor as well,
They bind men to duty where chaos would dwell.
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Kabodenwik ga ashlabroot otlai endzawgee
Thlob e shleekhee ogrees plini basheln auhlaitai
Zrege otsookh tlo khee zro laum mauchedee
Ooskogratawn bashen eekarawfwiki ga otlai starekhthing tichee lais
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The (Sergeant Major) stood with command in his frame,
A master of troops, his deeds earn acclaim.
No battle too fierce, no task done in vain,
He tempers the ranks like a smith at his flame.
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Tlauspuh auhlaes aebashe eto stai ko, onathal Kayagwik
Awluhlaun drada, iltlooh eshoolee
Kluhm basheln aeram aulhaes thai fawth itloohraapee
Ootawnelifneem aatla ga, ai ithet zratlai
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To lead them yet higher, the (Lieutenant) appeared,
A thinker, a planner, both bold and revered.
His task is to lead on the tactical field,
To maneuver the forces—never to yield.
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Otlai pledee onathal Kathagwik ga elzawg e graf
Raapthing ee broshoorthing ai awthlob oyondsookh
Bashen auhlaes otlai kli, tichee espuhzaawgaw ese starekh
Aulhlaes orduhriluh, ai uhdawtootawn eebenin ga
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The (Captain) came next, a commander of might,
A warrior and scholar who masters the fight.
He guides with precision, his orders like steel,
A leader of companies, shaping the wheel.
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Khauma bashen aashlabroot Kazagwik zaneepdae ga
Hal aw etruhnzel tleste awren wuhd
Bashen itlooh otlai staibrawdee thlob e ootkluhfuh
Ooyowotawn oyatraapitlooh tichee elwini melkeeyolir ga
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Above him stood now the (Major), the wise,
A voice in the fray where confusion can rise.
He crafts the grand plans, a master of schemes,
Balancing strategy with the Kings’ dreams.
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Shenga Kadoruhfwik ga oo ooshawkes aw gruhn
Goodaag e raile e khlait ee staibrawd
Ailklaad e raapnada roth yigrald ga
Auhlaes bashen aatla staibrawdee ga daebuh ogrees aadrikstad bashel
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The (Colonel), last, took his place in the dirt,
A general of men, of honor and worth.
The arbiter of armies, the hand of the cause,
He guides the great forces and earns their applause.
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Otlai tona onathal kagoodaagwik ga ai ezawg aakhograd
Seen e andgen grafee ee keete
Chee gruhn thai geetle basheln chee wisi aw loo basheln
Chaeg ga ashlabroot koma bashe aulhlaes bashel yeema walder ga
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Then last came the (General), commanding them all,
A figure of vision, both mighty and small.
With dirt on his fingers and dreams in his eyes,
The boy stood above them, their guide ‘neath the skies.
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Leed aeram aulhlaes bashel awkan bashen ai ador
Tlauspuh ookluhf oyotsookhoo e brawd bashel tlauspuh ooshotawn eeyuhndzebir bashel
Aazraw yelzos aa daeg aazraw shluhh aa induhtlooh
Shleekhee ga aeram raapnad leeld kaeb bashel hlaud aeram leeld
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"I am their leader," he said with a grin,
"To plot their great battles, to see that they win.
From chaos to order, from mess to design,
These troops are my army, their fate now is mine.
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Karawfwik thoo hlaud edaegootawn aazraw draugeyee aa draugeko
Aw daeg ai aakesal aashlabroot bashe otlai hae
Hligi bashel otlai lookoo maefae bashel ai aekhlaat
Atgen pa nayasked hlawk elzaulg
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Each rank now aligned, from lowest to grand,
In gleaming array, they proudly stand.
Their buttons like stars, their colors ablaze,
A sight to inspire, a commander’s gaze.
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Raapthingi ga awkan bashen hlaud nau skaupa oondsookh
Aashlabroot otlai naskogra ee daegee bashel nau pa elstaeth ga
Felde yelzos oochaur asphlaazaekh oot daeg oochaur graf
Daebuh tlah stainau aagraashlabrot aataw haudrith ga
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“These soldiers,” he said, “now ready to fight,
Stand firm in their order, prepared for the night.
For chaos brings ruin, but order brings power,
And a force well-prepared shall stand through the hour.”
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