1 Woe is me, for I am as the [a]Summer gatherings, and as the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the first ripe fruits.
Layi mah wa-ang tawu, baraso aden urangnyo sanga: aden ma ambiak sasuatu nan indak punyo den, sarato ma ambiak asie di tampaik nan indak den tanami.