 | A fable about devotion (ine prima čy prıjiña) is a short recollection of a Danterian parable, used as the text for the Seventh Linguifex Relay. |
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інэ пріма чы приіња
щӀэтӕдзңӹӑ Еміль-Дітһрьиц
.Гэглӕђес вңшєй ды эсіӀә ўөљхљњ ПфезһабрӀэнс яҗдврэ, я вљыдӭђң эсі эсіӀс њэд-яҗһопф.
.ицэ эхі ћак ђяғёҹ эӀойгатӕ, ¿я ўлыщӀ эсіӀс њэд-эӀойгнфўөљө?
.Двроўөћ ищэ оћ эсі яҗсҍтӭжвк, и кыэсі эхі длэ эсіӀә кэўвһаӀэнс яҗадот.
.ицэ эхі ћак булғӕы эӀойгатӕ, ¿я ўлыщӀ эсі њэд-эӀойгнфявстря?
.Швужф Двроўөћ єұйгяҗөҝт, я кыэсі эсі яҗћӀєџ.
.ицэ эхі ћак чөзӕы эӀойгатӕ, я Гэглӕђес эхі ћак гэглӕы яҗатӕ.
.лцучһаӀс взеџһаӀс рэнадхӕы йџељтхрн, йяшайэ, жерг җӀюўлкӕы рывңһаӀс мӥра њэд-боңдьхрн.
.інэ ціцчнһа њэд-ћадыщӥхт; булғӕы ӕлцхљњ ыӕљәһвк ыҹусты, я ӕлцхљњ љци Планһа ыӕгзењ ыҹусты.
.вљэх сфэђ тычӀ приіња рэнадхӕы йџељтхрн дља тав.
.вэх нһам мҍаўрфљећ их хяџл, йяшайэ, ћяҗӀьгэһд жерг эсіӀә бчыдәӀэн и њэд ды тфұ рьҝюб.
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[iːnɛ pr̥ʲiɱa t͡ʃɨ pr̥ɪjiɲa
ʃt͡ʃɛtʰədz̃ʉʕ eːɱʲilʲ tʲitʰħr̩
kɛkɫəceːs ṽʃʲoj tɨ ɛsʲiʡæ wɞʎxʎ̩ɲ p͡fʲezħaprʔɛns ɒːʑtvrɛ, ɒː vʎɨtɘɟⁿ ɛsʲi ɛsʲiʔs ɲɛt ɒːʑħɔp͡f
ɪt͡θɛ ɛxʲi cʰakʰ cɒːɣʲøc͡ç ɛʡɔjkatʰə, ɒː wɫɨʃt͡ʃ ɛsʲiʔs ɲɛt ɛʡɔjkn̩fwɞʎɞ
tvrɔwɞcʰ ɪçɛ ɔcʰ ɛsʲi ɒːʑsˤtʰɘʒvkʰ, ɪ kʰɨ.ɛsʲi ɛxʲi dɮɛ ɛsʲiʡæ kʲʰowvħaʡɛns ɒːʑatɔtʰ
ɪt͡θɛ ɛxʲi cʰakʰ puɫɣəɨ̯ ɛʡɔjkatʰə, ɒː wɫɨʃt͡ʃ ɛsʲi ɲɛt ɛʡɔjkn̩fʲɒvstr̥ʲɒ
ʃvuʒf tvrɔwɞcʰ oɥkʲɒʑɞq͡χtʰ, ɒː kʰɨ.ɛsʲi ɛsʲi ɒːʑcʼoːd͡ʒ
ɪt͡θɛ ɛxʲi cʰakʰ t͡ʃɞzəɨ̯ ɛʡɔjkatʰə, ɒː kɛkɫəceːs ɛxʲi cʰakʰ kɛkɫəɨ̯ ɒːʑatʰə
lt͡θut͡ʃħaʔs vzʲed͡ʒħaʔs rɛnatxəɨ̯ jd͡ʒʲeʎtʰxr̩n, jɒːʃajɛ, ʒʲerk ʒd͡ʒʲɯwɫkʰəɨ̯ rɨṽħaʔs ɱira ɲɛt pɔ̃tʲxr̩n
iːnɛ t͡θʲit͡θt͡ʃn̩ħa ɲɛt cʰatɨçixtʰ; puɫɣəɨ̯ əɫt͡θxʎ̩ɲ ɨ̯əʎæħvkʰ ɨc͡çustʰɨ, ɒː əɫt͡θxʎ̩ɲ ʎt͡θɪ pɬanħa ɨ̯əkzʲeɲ ɨc͡çustʰɨ
vʎɛx sfɛc tʰɨt͡ʃʼ pr̥ɪjiɲa rɛnatxəɨ̯ jd͡ʒʲeʎtʰxr̩n tʎa tʰav
vɛx nħaɱ ɱˤawrfʎeːcʰ ɪx xʲɒd͡ʒl, jɒːʃajɛ, cʰɒːʒd͡ʒʲkɛħt ʒʲerk ɛsʲiʡæ pt͡ʃɨtæʡɛn ɪ ɲɛt tɨ tʰfy rʲqʲʰɯp]
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A fable about devotion
Recorded by Emil Diether
Gegləĝês turned toward the cries of her dying soldiers, but because it was nonstrategic, she didn’t help them.
One could call this cruel, but wouldn’t they die anyways?
Dvrowœć stole something from her, and gave it to her downtrodden.
One could call this kind, but would she not have been punished?
Švužf was supposed to kill her, but let her free instead.
One could call this merciful, but Gegləĝês called it weak.
Consequences often end up being different than perceptions, o dear one, for the world is not run on ideals alone.
Make no mistake; it’s good to do good things, but to act without a plan is arrogant.
In the end, there’s often a difference between sacrifice and devotion for a greater good.
When The Owl comes for you, o dear one, may you go by her talons and not thy foe’s.
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