lojban Creation Poem
.i di'e se tcita lu banzgu li'u .itu'e
simsa puzuki falenu la kamtei
co'u vlipa
co finti lo cnino .ije
la kambau ca'o sincydzu
setai le lijgri
bele tilju carce poi litru
le pavyganra dargu
.i simsa
falenu puse cusku
fa roda .eji'a
leka vrucau .i loi bangu
di'i canci .i le norbau
po'o cu mivzenba
vau .uusai
.i cerni nu gusni
.ije selsumne lo ricfoi
pe lei cmana .i la jycybyb.
cu terpreti fe de poi
lo remna ke'a djica
.i nitcu ma
.i di'u zo'u sa
.i lo verba pu kelci vi le
korbi bele cinfo skari
rirxe calenu sruri
fa lei jmive tarci
poi farlu fi le datytsani
ni'o ma'a ba salci
le speritli pe la kamcizra
.e la kamkli .i ku'i
pu la'edi'u
ku ba nunjamna vi le cevzda
ni'o nodi zmadu lo logji
leka cizra lo remna
menli .isemu'ibo la
ranxi cu dunda
fi la jycybyb. fela pruxi
belo sirji linji
segau lenu jitro lerixici
selfinti .i noda ka'e
zmadu lo nunkli leka
nitcu ja djica
ce'u falei selcfipu
.isemu'ibo
la fetcevni poi jimpe ciksi
cu dunda fila jycybyb.
fele rotsu derxi
le ciksi pelji .ije
xamgu ni'o la prometibab.
cu lebna lo lojbo fagri
gi'e dunda ri loi remna
.ije xamgu zmadu ni'o
ma'a ca'o klacpare fo
le ve vimcu po'u la bebl.
i ma'a ca'o sanga le
kafkyselsanga pe de poi
le dimna danmo cu rairdenmi
vi ke'a .i ma'a ca'o
cpedu ge lenu gunma befa
la cmilycevni .e la
nunjmitsa fetcevni be'o
binxo kei gi
le bangu po'o po'unai
lo le bacterdi ku vidru
tu'u ("Language-Rose": 'Once it seemed that Durationness had lost the power of procreation. Language crept along in a line-group like a onewidth road full of heavy trucks. It seemed like everything had finished being expressed, even noiselessness. The amount of nation-languages was decreasing, & only semi-language thrived. Morninglight & the smell of a mountain forest. JCB asked, 'What do humans need? What is the cause of our troubles?' --No, it wasn't like that. A child played on the banks of a lion-colored river, while all around him were living stars fallen from the other-sky. We shall celebrate the marriage of Strangeness & Clarity, but first there shall be war in Heaven. Nothing is more strange to the human mind than logic, so the Trickster gave JCB the spirit of straight lines to preside over his invention. Nothing could be more needed or desired by the mass of confused-ones, than clarity, so the Goddess of Understand-Explain gave JCB a thick pile of explanation-paper. And it was good. And PrometheBob stole the language-fire & gave it to the people. And that was even better. We are go-climbing out of the remove-from of Babel. We are singing the cough-song of a place where the myth-smoke is most dense. We are calling for the joining of Jokegod & Understand-Strong Goddess, & the only language that is not perhaps, a Virus from Outer Space.')