Nil punte

Voyager 1, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

lege nil punte	Pale Blue Dot
de Karl Sagan	by Carl Sagan
rivide vo punte. vo es ye. vo es dom. vo es mimen. a vo, pan jen, ki tu ame, pan jen, ki tu sabe, pan jen, ki tu na sabe, pan human, ki zai, jive tra damen su jive. da es sum de mimen su suke e tung, kilo e kilo autamenike din, isme, e malnomike xule, pan saider e yamsoger, pan hero e fobike, pan biner e haraber de sivilia, pan reger e agrer, pan jun duaje in ame, pan ma e pa, axa pur bace, pan inventer e eureker, pan deke guru, pan dus politiker, pan "superstar", pan "maxim gau lider", pan sante e doxer de mimen su jung su historia, jive – a fun punte, ki pende a sol rade.	Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
Gevia sa vero lil sen ya dai, kosmi estadia. Fikra va nade da sang, de vayu pan gunlider e imperer, va lole abla, ha onor e xeng, mutu va sati xef da fen da binde. Fikra va finyavi zalimia, de domer da gon da yi grafcel fata va gato hasabli domer da koi ali gon – ko polmari lole-du galtahe, ko ico lole vola morta unal, ko tezi lole-du hen.	The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Momi asan, momi fantazi authamia, yi ansahi fantaz, de sa mome tena koi haki loke ya kosmia, testu yi pike da lilmingi fote. Momi planete sa uniki binde ya sirkani dai kosmi oskuria. Ya momi anhamia, ya pan yi daye, no zaya ponter, de sa helpe vilo laya la ali loke, va sekura mome la se.	Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
Geia es unike dunia, ki jen sabe, ki domize jive. no zai ale loke, a minime in karibe futur, to ki mimen su jung bil cese. vizite ne? ya. kolonize ne? no a zai. hau o no hau, a zai, Geia es mimen su unike loke.	The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
jen baxe ki astronomia es humifike e ruh binike experaje. bil ki no zai max hau dalil de bobota de human fikre ka ye telike grafe de mimen su minimike dunia. to mi, da protone mimen su debe to max dostike cule unale, hafize e bauife la lege nil punte, la unike dom, ki mimen le sabe a pan sate.	It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.