The Late Hearth

دۄہ لوٚگ درٕہ دانٛبُر پٮؠوُم

Doh log dareh daambur pyewum

As the day drew to a close, I finally kindled my hearth

اوگُن ژھٮؠوُم تہٕ بانہٕ نہٕ وٲتؠ

Ogun tshyaywum te baane na waaty

But the fire died out, and the meal remained uncooked

سونٛتہٕ یی وۄوُم ہردٕ تی لوٗنُم

Sonte yi wowum harde ti loonum

Whatever seed I sowed in the spring, that is exactly what I reaped in the autumn

لوٗنِتھ لوٚگُم پانَس سٟتؠ

Loonith logum paanas seety

And that very harvest is all that stayed with my soul in the end