ho mulumab haef-haef, ma muhenu piuta meik monit feü.
ma ho mfube meik lumat-ma-kolit feü nabalbal.
Ho ‘nimam in leöt abalbalat nmoê au nekak âbaut a-nlem
neu mlilê ma napoin tekas lê hanfuaf-sin ka nabeî fa nakanab.
Ton namfafau nfinen, ma ho fê musoin, ma bale fê esan he muhenu.
By: Rabindranath Tagore
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail
vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.