“GALINIARAA
The Lava Flower


On the fateful slopes of the Iron
Where the ardent river is sprung
Over ridges of frost once afire
Mournful the words that she sung

Oh, in her heart he persisted
So simply she could not bear
To see how he ceased in existence
So she gave her own instead

Now the fateful slopes of the Iron
Where the ardent river was sprung
The lava now forms its attire
Like a flower where she sunk


—— Xhaimeran language ——


GALINIARAA
Niar’ galina


Nem nalith’en ruim an Trezor
Cuth nuare kol dunahim exh
Speram mylar nisth axhvelm farur
Verin kwor lin seah rexhh

Nem daru nei lan dru vanuhdhe
Dru lin nien vathruh ayendhun
Ma selanh quoth lan nun aruhdhe
Lin anam nei anne fynhdun

Yma nalith’en ruim an Trezor
Cuth nuare kol dunahim exhu
Galina ilani nei thuorh
Khal niar cuth lin naxhanhdhun



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