Nâko: Rabindranath Tagore
Au musti ufeitin au bnao.
Tabu ahaet sin a-nfinin nlekun
tasi-ninen ---Adú ném neu kau!
Oras haunasuin nasoup in sufan ma nasnasen.
Ma oras i eik hausufâ amakânenê kaäjalit in baut au ‘pao ma ‘moin piuta.
Tasi-okî naslút, ma nbi tasi-ninen nbi lalan mamafô
haunô molô sin nâbokâ ma nkuan.
Lo sonluman es ho mupén meun!
Ho ka mutnín fa nek’âtaï nfin natuin anin
neik sít bale-‘loö in not
lê nâlae noko tasi-ninen bian?
Boat
I must launch out my boat.
The languid hours pass by on the
shore---Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.
And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane
the yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon!
Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air
with the notes of the far-away song
floating from the other shore?
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