tlhIngan-Hol Archive: Sat Mar 13 19:52:37 1999
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Poetry fot a Klingon Tea Ceremony
- From: Barbara Joslyn <[email protected]>
- Subject: Poetry fot a Klingon Tea Ceremony
- Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 22:51:11 -0500
yIghoS joH'a'wI'.
ramvam'e' Ha' 'ej Dargh wItlhutlh soH jIH je.
ramvam'e' Ha' 'ej Heghpu'wI' tlhuH wImum.
wa'leS jajlo'Daq bIghoSnIS.
wa'leS jajlo'Daq 'etlhlIj bItuQnIS 'ej SarghlIj bIlIghnIS.
'ej ghoplIj Daq chal qul 'etlh'e'.
'ej SoH bIngDaqq SuS bi\IQ'a'vo puvbogh SarghlIj.
'ach meQtaHvIS raQ qulmey lung'a' yIwambe' joH'a'wI'.
meQtaHviS raQ qulmey Ha' 'ej Dargh wi\Itlhutlh SoH jIH je.
Heghpu'wI' tlhuH wImum 'e' yIchaw'.
Come, my King.
Tonight, let us go and drink the tea, Thou and I.
Tonight, let us go and taste the Breath of the Dead.
Tomorrow at dawn, Thou must leave.
Tomorrow at dawn, Thou must put on thy sword and mount thy steed.
And in thy hand, thy sword is like lightning.
And beneath thee, thy steed is the Wind from the Sea.
But whilst the campfires still burn, do not hunt the Dragon, my King.
Whilst the campfires still burn, let us go and drink the tea, Thou and I.
Permit us both to taste the Breath of the Dead.
quljIb