That time of year thou mayst in me behold
when yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang,
upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
le cisti do ra'i mi se viska
ca lenu mo'a pelpezli cu dandu
le jimca poi desku mo'ine'a
le lenku lubyselspo sa'astu poi mlecpi lecysa'a tu'ike'a
mi'e sanxiyn