User:Uchuflowerzone/Sonnets from the Portuguese

This is my prose translation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese into Sajem Tan. The full thing in the original English can be read here (yes, the original language is English, not Portuguese).

Original
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; And a voice said in mastery while I strove, "Guess now who holds thee?"—"Death!" I said. But, there, The silver answer rang. . "Not Death, but Love."

Sajem Tan
Sêvmê femekvâ con Θεόκριτος omvmê lnöxemmon gyvnamfê düc sê, rovmê nûtit, töţimžnu fmüžikâžê vejytnocâ mu (düm nu dümukmun) ţnadycsonemţot snamžnu zöt nic jüvnökum zoâ om; kê, mân rovmê göden tan fmamšo düc sê, sêvmê šûžikmonvêk sêvmê xananvmê rekmun mu sêvok kakrüc fmamegynêt zoâ om fmüžikâ sê nëmfê. Gamikţën sê šyn sêjâcfê lidöm; sêvmê žiman sidücfê zo, kê mân linšo sê, cetikafit vmynţeţat jügic, “Žu jüvnökšo duku?” “Ţnadyc,” sê tan, smâ tyzyšykţêvâ dijinfê snymsöjemţûfam jagec: “Ţnadyc xoksmâ našët.”

Back translation
I once cooked with my thoughts the songs of Theocritus, his songs about sweet, wanted years which seem to bring a gift to mortals, young or old; and, while I explored his ancient language, through my tears I saw the melancholy years of my life which threw a dollop of darkness around me. Suddenly I knew a shape moved behind me; it pulled my hair, and, while I struggled, a strong voice asked, “Who is holding you?” “Death,” I said, but thus the silver answer rang: “Not death, but love.”