If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don't have love, I have become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal.
Su fekkee ne damay wax làkki nit ñi ak yu malaaka yi sax, te boolewuma ci mbëggeel, duma dara lu dul ndënd muy riir, walla jóolóoli buy kandaŋ-kandaŋi.