Nâko/By: Rabindranath TagoreHo msaun oum mûko ho ‘tokô ma mhake mbi au ‘sane enon.
Oras nane au ‘sí nmesmés kuk ‘bi siüf-es, ma melodi-sin neiti ntean ho lukem.
Ho msaun oum ma mhake mbi au ‘sane enon.
Ahinet-sin namfau nbi ho keän amanuat, ma síte ka nasnás fa nbi nae.
Me sí-mlilê kamahumâ i nâko amnémfeü i ntom neu ho nekam.
Hanaf an-anâ neksusar mesê naseolbon nok pah-pinan in musik manenû,
ma meik hausufâ es on hadia ho msaun oum ma mhake mbi au ‘sane enon.
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You came down from your throne and stood at my cottage door.
I was singing all alone in a corner, and the melody caught your ear.
You came down and stood at my cottage door.
Masters are many in your hall, and songs are sung there at all hours.
But the simple carol of this novice struck at your love.
One plaintive little strain mingled with the great music of the world,
and with a flower for a prize you came down and stopped at my cottage door.
Yohanes Manhitu es nasoni neu Uab Metô
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