CALS_βConlang Atlas of Language Structures

Waprucagĩmñarayoñu!

wap-ru-ca-gĩ-m-Ø-ñar-Ø-Ø-rayo-ñ-u
touch-NEG-IMP-HORT-INCH-2-sg-SUBJ.CL(II)-1-sg-there-ONBJ.CL(I)-C

Don't touch me there!

Enoturupadẽ megũkeúri cikabaw trawamegũnbatãwãẽtsóñarbõb pwetũdẽ xakóbjatem.

Enoturu-pa-dẽ                 megũ-ke-uri          cikabaw 
Tradition-INSTR-ASSOC.CL(VII) old-NMLZ-ACC.CL(VII) youth-NOM 

trawamegũ-n-p-at-ãwo-ã-ẽtsó-ñar-põ-b                                  pwetũ-dẽ
corrupt-APPL-CONT-3-pl-CONV(when)-SUBJ.CL(III)-among-OBJ.CL(II)-EXP-C dead-DAT 

xakó-x-p-ja-te-m
please-CAUS-INCH-3-sg-DAT.CL(IV)-M

Tradition is the old corrupting the young to please the dead.

Horower rum remendi numbrafmiwer nu de rum sefomo enongendalumb barsunung ir rum ma, "Bobund furd, birm lem umbur holerumb wur." Ri de ma, horo rum bomrom raflibwa numbraf nu de rum marfmo fung sle. "Pin nopa birmum wur!" numbraf rum ma. "Sal mabre ingung sal roblis, wirf bildwo embelo ri de mawu efropa libwar ir, rawar sal abu selohar ir dri lond sul roniró. Henglar, pin de bro birm u nolo eremri pin ir noma pin ir, osmirmbe im dremilom elarusó imboró lohotar imo pin wan mombelni wur.' 'Gropar, bobund u rum mabre emb umbur wumbon flimbor ehengul,' horo rum ma. 'Lenis,' numbrafmi rum rama. 'So sal rum ronir pin dombelosumb wondehar dermetar ri ingumb lipunung robinolurnd wan ronir srasar? So sal rum umbel dermetar so ilgu bli wan umbur ropa mo swifi? Ir, li sal rum mondel larus ros flimbor srasar, smom sal wan mosne pin belsar, ri pin umbur pibin? Sal rum soblu wonul momerumb birblomblir gwéro, swalfir pin bren nopa birmer ri de flimbor birm u rum orno pin ri pin de rum mugro holumumb ir nu nolo molim ermalil pin gupar gwehar?'

A dog met a lamb who was bleating among the she-goats and said, 'You fool, your mother is not here.' As he spoke, the dog pointed to a separate flock of sheep grazing in the distance. 'I do not want that mother!' said the lamb. 'She conceives when it is her pleasure, carries her unknown burden for a certain number of months, and in the end she simply lets go and plops her bundle on the ground. No, I am looking for the mother who offers me her udder and feeds me, and even cheats her own children of milk so that I will not go hungry.' 'Still, the one who gave birth to you is more important,' said the dog. 'Not correct,' replied the lamb. 'Was it some great favour that she brought me into the world when I might expect the arrival of the butcher at any moment? Could she even be certain whether I would be born black or white? And if perhaps she would have preferred a girl, what would she have thought of me, since I am a boy? Given that she took no decision in the matter of my conception, why should I now prefer that mother to the mother who took pity on me as I was lying there and who freely offers me her sweet affection?'

Anuv

bye $

Mafrorumb Flándersung rawas bibropa Mib elordlind u bronde rol la Werehar, werehar ri eborngum Sefro grohegara harumb Osmirmbe sefe, eripadwo ropa. Ar umbur Egorawi pa surngung Ar rum mwir, rum mawu welben ung Mowin ir snaro ehengul fung Gum ar mugro mafrorumb Flándersung. Ho flirbil tabwir iro sarngi Embó wan sarmbe ebomi elni Momewer, ler u ren bren mawu Ren ho aldlegur wur dewimend, lawu, Ebibroparumb, wore ar suti Mafrorumb Flándersung.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.