Traditional poem from the Region of the Light

Ne taïe Myr feyra streighe Eyiran holun Myrra brininäe
Tressyhe harante holun Myrra veile
Mariye Irae seruin holun tahtsi; reppe narn graftighe
Ne Myr pehriye näet sandar styrin
Irae byrihe Myr wafte jelstäe
Ca scorhne ghastäe vig daer kraetirte
Ti meyr Lyir frahan Myr tronntu driem
Irae rislyrei daer komse ti driefte livferi,
Garr trugshe deslyte vell.

If ever you feel the weight of the world upon your shoulders
The mountains bearing down upon your soul
Let me share your load; two are stronger
If you find the night too dark
I will bring you marble stars
To burn the shadows away like stormclouds
And when they say you did not try to win
I will defend you like a strange and beautiful angel,
With a dagger of blinding light.