lojban Creation Poem

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.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.')