by Luinyelle
Lusta þambe, quilda þinye,
Ep’ i lattin lemya nixe.
Ter vaþar nieron keninye
Iþilmesse malwa tixe.
Nás i elen i tirnenque,
Falassesse, má mi masse,
Nairi haire, ar neppenque
Singwa márie, túr’ alasse.
Nem’ i lúme haune resse
Yá lendenye nóretyallo –
Nan sisíra síve nesse,
Úra lís, leperinyallon,
Ar hunesse tyure, nute
Talunya talde úmaresse
Yallo ú polinye ruke.
Manen Atan oi’ eresses?
Thoughts of a Melancholic Evening
An empty room, a quiet evening,
In front of the window frost lingers.
Through a veil of tears I see
In the moonlight a pale dot.
It is the star that the two of us watched,
On the seashore, hand in hand,
Sorrows far and we breathed
Salty happines, great joy.
It seems that time stopped on the day
When I travelled away from your land –
But on the other hand keeps flowing like youth,
[Like] hot honey, from my fingers,
And on the ground congeals, binds
My feet down in an un-home
Whence I cannot flee.
How can Man live in solitude?
©️ 2024, Luinyelle.
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