The Sixth Linguifex Relay was a conlang relay, a game of conlingual telephone, on Linguifex. The relay text was written in Dodellian by the relaymaster IlL. The text passed through seven translations before being retranslated into Dodellian.
Texts
The original text was provided by IlL in the Dodellian language. The text, A Tuzzo a Lanto, is the national anthem of Dodellia. The text has been adapted from one of Richard Feynman's gibberish Italian texts.
- A Tuzzo a Lanto - Invocation
The relay ran from August 20th, 2018 until August 30th, 2018, and included 5 languages on the wiki (Dodellian, Windermere, Ash, Nankôre, and Kandi).
Original text
| Original Dodellian |
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English
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A TUZZO A LANTO
-Poichi di Pare
TANto SAca TULna TI, na YENta TUchi a SOti MI la.
RONto CAta CHANta MANto MI la PANta CHALlo MI la TI da.
YALta CAra SULda MI la CHAta na Picha di Pino Tito BRALda
pe te CHIna nana CHUNda lala ONda MI la PENda!
RONto piti CAle, TANto CHINto quinta LALda,
Ola TINta dalla PALda, YENta PUcha dalla TALta!
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INVOCATION
-Poichi di Pare
We give thee thanks for giving us the land on which we dwell.
Through thought, deed and toil we come and offer ourselves to thee.
Prithee accept and be pleased, we pray, with this mediocre work of our hands,
and let wealth grow on the whole nation, our home!
After the flow of sweat, bring forth sweet rain,
bless this urgent work, and grant harvest plenty!
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Windermere
| Windermere |
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English
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Se Chnur Mithbua
sem lăchir e POITSI DI-PARE
Rie ŋituath ŁĂNAM ło-thew rüe snüe moaŋ tsa.
Ba crea te ieŋ te șămchats, tsa drel thrüe swoch șa-ŁĂNAM.
Mitsmăchean cithwił te pămraŋ sem hac tăthathbur ef flen yăthpeaș se;
Te șăbac ef imhălrithuy cots wen se, ef tănar mășua tsa!
Thăŋe chüem es binnăbath, cithfaw e trămäy flał;
Hac săchemnüch e sem thăbur mi tatsliet; hac rüe e sipoath ănărmuch tămo!
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Dyrel
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English
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Doln Polvy
Doryl +rud
Dovena veŕy veponada na suŕy sene adnar sirsuysarad
Adyr venu suí eïalanar veympolvy
Udemi era venuŕy losar eïponadasa dodolnsar
Iroï ponadaí sodomyl
Uvesonŕy na suŕy adyr era doma alsualanasar
Lav na sene imormodan sirdoemeru.
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More Enjoyment
[dɵɹɪl gɹut]
Even though I know that you will die in the end
I so enjoy being in your warmth
Because this warmth increases desire to know
There are leaves of knowledge
A garden that you placed on this earth
And that forever remains
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Kharrash
| Kharrash |
IPA |
English
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zhok djayor
Dorrilj Gorrot
di hashe helj njarheng rok gadj ngikh
di zhok djayor hazhad helj falh chalh
heng falh zhid zhagh hashe djod.
hashe chogh ghar shogh yang
ljazh ezh helj tot heng yegh chalh
hazhad zhod zhogh shogh gadj zhe.
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[ʒɤkʰ d͡ʒajɤr]
[dɤɹˀiʎ gɤɹˀɤtʰ]
[di haʃe heʎ ɲar̥eŋ rɤkʰ gad͡ʒ ŋiχ
di ʒɤkʰ d͡ʒajɤr haʒad heʎ h̪͆aɬ t͡ʃʰaɬ
heŋ h̪͆aɬ ʒid ʒaʁ haʃe d͡ʒɤd
haʃe t͡ʃʰɤʁ ʁar ʃɤʁ jaŋ
ʎaʒ eʒ heʎ tʰɤtʰ heŋ jeʁ t͡ʃʰaɬ
haʒad ʒɤd ʒɤʁ ʃɤʁ gad͡ʒ ʒe]
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Much enjoyment
Daryl Garrett
Though I know you die in the end
I much like staying in your fire
Because said fire makes me want to know.
Knowledge-leaves go to
(A) meadow you put in the world
And will stay for ages.
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I Kronurum
| I Kronurum |
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English
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Alanni
Náŕa angr nédor, nwo setr wonaftógwartan gar jóstosjet, arajur
i-étŕirum ó þetren okrerumaftó alangur
as ór okren nédor tró angr arajti ke·aleinåtrur ini,
man nwo noraftó farkahirumaftó ór i-arajten nwo bréfeþrum jóhlásánur arajur
man won wartaftó tróśenasig étrénu ini
– Dogrili Gogrot
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/ˈʔɑ.la.nːi/
/ˈnɑi̯.rɐ ˈʔɑŋ.gr̩ ˈnei̯.do̞ɾ | ˈnʷo̞ ˈse̞.tr̩ wo̞.naf.tu̹.ˈgʷɑɾ.tɐn ˈgɑɾ ju̹.ˈsto̞j.sje̞t | ˈʔɑ.ɾa.juɾ/
/ʔi.ˈei̯t.ri.ɾum ʔu̹ ˈθe̞.tɾe̞n ʔo̞.kɾɛ.ɾu.maf.ˈtu̹ ʔɑ.ˈlɑŋ.guɾ/
/ˈʔɑs ʔu̹ɾ ˈʔo̞.kɾe̞n ˈnei̯.do̞ɾ ˈtɾu̹ ˈʔɑŋ.gr̩ ˈʔɑ.ɾaj.ti ke̞.ʔɑ.ˈlei̯.nɑ.tɾuɾ ˈʔi.ni | /
/ˈmɑn ˈnʷo̞ nei̯.do̞.ɾaf.ˈtu̹ fɑɾ.ka.hi.ɾu.maf.ˈtu̹ ʔu̹ɾ ʔi.ˈʔɑ.ɾɐj.ten ˈnʷo̞ ˈb̥ɾei̯.fe̞.θɾum ju̹.ˈhlɑi̯.sai̯.nuɾ ˈʔɑ.ɾa.juɾ/
/ˈmɑn ˈwo̞n wɑɾ.tɐf.ˈtu̹ tɾu̜.ˈʃe̞.na.six ˈʔei̯.tɾei̯.nu ˈʔi.ni/
/ˈdo̞.ɣɾi.li ˈgo̞.ɣɾo̞t/
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Loving
Even though I know you'll be dead when it is the end
I love staying by your fire
Because this fire makes me want to know,
and I know that the leaves of knowledge will bloom in this world
and remain in time forever
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Siyayu Ürüküs
| Siyayu Ürüküs |
English
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guyudu
Duguril Guyurus
Mirindi qar sume ge uyusdümür ge nuzunud
uyusdimidi subu buyunu qiduzum kurum kurum
eʒek subu dimiste uuds ćüggüsdüü
kurum sume ge ürgündi gayan zinisme müüzürüqüm ge nuzunud
utusdi duzume buunuqum kurum kurum
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Enjoy
Duguril Guyurus
I know that in the end you shall die
Staying in your fire is always good to me
because this fire's (existence) makes me wish for wisdom
Again I know that in this world the leaves of knowing shall bloom
(and) they shall remain forever in time.
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Rejistanian
| Rejistanian |
English
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Sek'xen
Duk~huril K~huyus
Xe'ki ,xe'ki'ixunus il'han ut'jet, het.
Xe'seve 'kelda ariv'het'ra sjiki ,ki'tan'mi mi'lija 'esinaxalvu xe'tes jilih'han, het.
Xe'ki ,vesa'het'ny min'ki'meshi'idjenus xures tekne'het'ra, het.
Ninak'het mi'kidhi ji min'ki'kelda sjiki.
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Let us enjoy
Duk~huril K~huyus
I know that I will die for you in the end.
I use, remaining in the fire, from here on so that its wisdom makes me yearn for this.
I know that leaves will likely bloom again in the world.
Time passes and I will remain forever.
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Idaltu
| Idaltu |
IPA |
English
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bajuljuceqebaja!
Duɡuxi Guaijuz
maxarirsumeqetedaqechulu
njarqapemeqeshuxuhawnaxzamexzashuda
majbanarsulapfachymnubxa
qfekajeturgu manirshunuhilu
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/bajuljuçeqebaja/
/duɡuxi Guaijuz/
/maxarirsumeqetedaqeχulu/
/njarqapemeqeʃuxuhawnaxzamexzaʃuda/
/majbanarsulapfaχymnubxa/
/qfekajeturgu manirʃunuhilu/
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May you(all) find joy!
Duɡuxi Guaijuz
I know that I will die for you in the end.
I'm in the habit of maintaining that it is wise to desire it.
I know that the leaves will spring out again in the world.
Time goes on and on. It will remain forever.
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At'ants'as
| At'ants'as |
English
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Mes msomi ak'alwoym hewop'ami.
At'ay plohu mes a-posi morhes,
Nur pnetewi msom hets'oymi.
Nu atsʼanohi,
Ye at'elosh hs-wot pesti ap'oymt,
Nu hoyu-nur hots'atis hoyi,
A-hte hsi at'awosi.
Ulopyat'omtrosk
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I want me and you to find joy.
And even though we both will die in the end (of my) beloved,
I still want us to exist this way.
And I know,
that the leaves will spring in the world again,
and the time will still go,
this feeling will always remain.
~The wolf tamer
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Nessanese
| Nessanese |
English
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Ηθάσπη παινἐνόναση πας χυίλλη ἑνόυση καιπή,
πάχα ύδεςμαι αθάσση.
Λαι βαζήα: ἱναι, πάζι ιντυκόσον θαλόςκαι δαώνι,
λαι παςμα παιλώ ήια λαι βυλόνι λαι θαυίσι
– ἱα μαζήυα πασθαδάς.
– ναι Παιναζόυθαι Άωβύαἰ, Υλόψα θόυρροξ
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I want to make us happy like I had us happy in past,
nevertheless we will later die.
And understand: that where the fallowlands will be made green with sprouting leaves,
and like the days and months and years go:
that breath as in ancient times.
- by Tamer of Wild-dogs, Ylopsa Thurrhox
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V
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imou uqqu uigaisuq, you yuqŋeis,
yuu qou taagaisua.
nu ei iyũi: ou meedau haaḥısmuq, haada qou ṭou,
ou quuvuq vandavi qeenayu quunayu;
unau nuuhausuq.
— sıtousasuhhus, pau hıquuḍahuq
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May we, who were once content/grateful, be content/grateful again,
even though we'll eventually die.
And consider/understand this: the one in the barren soil where leaves will grow,
the one who moves by like the day and the night and the passing of time;
that's the spirit of old.
— Tousasuhhus, tamer of dogs
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k’maʔ
| k’maʔ |
English
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pʼtáɓ mut ɾikʼ ʔɗupʼ kʼmoʔ pʼtáɓs ʔɗuʔpʼ,
ŋaʔ kʼmoʔ pʼtáɓ ʔʃúʔ.
ʔaʔntʃʼ tʼíʔ pʼtsʼuʔ kʼámiɓw pʼkʼuʔl ɓjáŋ
ɓɾóh ʔkʼoŋ ʔɗuts ʔŋáʔ júɓ mɓál ŋ̍ʔ nɗikʼ ŋ̍ʔ táɓ nɗuts.
— towsaʔsuhus, pwáʔ ʔtʼuʔiɓw
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When a person gives thanks, again should he give thanks
Though he may one day die.
He may think that on the barren soil there grow leaves.
The old souls pass by like the sun shines and sets and time passes.
— towsaʔsuhus, the tame dog
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Retranslated text
| Tíogall retranslated |
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CAtte a teLEmo RANde PAISI DIPAREI PANta SIllo TIto.
SAca SAca na eto YOcha SIllo da.
TUzzo na LOcho a DrOtto Echa TIto CHErra CAtte
a BElo REMpe CHIme te TUzzo DOchi a NUmo QUINta.
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We are glad that many days ago Paisi Diparei came to this world;
Thankfully, he then saved the world.
By the way, it is carved here in remembrance
That a man rose to life and told of falling rain.
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