These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
Su ñu bokkee ak yéen reeru mbooloo mi, dañu ciy indi ay, niy xeer yu nëbbu ci biir géej; amuñu genn gàcce, waaye dañuy giiroo te fonk seen biir rekk. Ñu ngi mel ni xiin yu amul ndox, yuy naaxsaay ci ngelaw; ni garab yu meññul ci jamonoy meññeef, te buddeeku, dee ba wow koŋŋ;