Tando so bessidu a su buscu de nùtzola,
Ca unu fogu fit intro de sa conca mia,
E apo segadu una camba e l’apo iscorzolada,
E a unu filu apo agantzadu una mura;
E cando mariposas biancas bènnidas sunt in Bolu,
And that Istellas mariposas fint to lampalughe,
lampadu Apo sa sa current walls
tentu a trout less apo E de prata.
A pustis of the plane placed on the ground
andadu to know about sulare Fogu morinda,
But what Carchi at Fatu istrimuzu,
calicunu E m ' at mutidu cun on numen meu:
Fit diventada a de pisedda Fields
Fiores apple in sos de Pylos
M'at mutidu with su and my numen est'isparida
In s'aera Lughente.
Under imbetzadu camminande
Peri alone healthy hills and badder,
Ma apo ischire the EU is ahead
l'apo E in the sound till it Basara 'Lear apo sas hands;
Amuse And in the passizare s'erba pintirinada arta,
Amuse And the boddire sa fine to fine soils times
Sas melon silver sa luna,
melon Sas Golden su suns.
William Butler Yeats (Dublin, 1865 - Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, 1939)
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