Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling 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.