La xing

wi xing	The Star
zayo tinkili fotonen pa Vatikan. sa koy pas zaman me xina kosmia anabla sultana Xin. samyango me xina saman si onori handojang da dew. sa zay, me lewo vida we handojang, e mi xin paxo mafanu. me kana krusfikse da pendu sa kabinwal, sa supre da Mark VI komputer, e sa nombre un ban sa mi hay, me hema so o no we max ko kali sinye.	It is three thousand light-years to the Vatican. Once, I believed that space could have no power over faith, just as I believed the heavens declared the glory of God’s handwork. Now I have seen that handiwork, and my faith is sorely troubled. I stare at the crucifix that hangs on the cabin wall above the Mark VI Computer, and for the first time in my life I wonder if it is no more than an empty symbol.
me loga pa nol ren yexo, a vere no ablo siru. eni ren ablo duga date da deftu sa mail da mangeti tepe e kilpol da fotograf da retru mome pa Zemia. ali lojer abla duga we, izo ko me – maxo izo, ablo. me no ren da tolera malfigura vere, da cango dona mal nam pa mi ratibe sa pas.	I have told no one yet, but the truth cannot be concealed. The facts are there for all to read, recorded on the countless miles of magnetic tape and the thousands of photographs we are carrying back to Earth. Other scientists can interpret them as easily as I can, and I am not one who would condone that tampering with the truth which often gave my order a bad name in the olden days.
ren baso depresi lewo; ko yango lole wil geta yi maxim da ironia, me no jana. xaw da lole tena dini xin, a lole no wil suku uza yi fini arme sa loli jengoserye – sa wi auti, andamaji, a sa baz, hami jenge, da dura sa pan daw da ca Zemia. lole fanu ca loli xef kosmofiziker si yesuiste: Dr. Chandler, pa misal, yexo anabla okeya we (ke saba ren da medikia si yo gati andewiste?). koybano mome mita sa kandake, da su lampe panzamano antezi, pa xing abla fota sa anmirda-du onor. le laya supro pa me da sa oskuri, e estasu waykana ca day elipsi janel, dura saman lento motu cirka mome, sa bote rotu puro e puro sa restu-du autorote, da sahu su mome nolbano mafana ze.a	The crew were already sufficiently depressed: I wonder how they will take this ultimate irony. Few of them have any religious faith, yet they will not relish using this final weapon in their campaign against me—that private, good-natured, but fundamentally serious war which lasted all the way from Earth. It amused them to have a Jesuit as chief astrophysicist: Dr. Chandler, for instance, could never get over it. (Why are medical men such notorious atheists?) Sometimes he would meet me on the observation deck, where the lights are always low so that the stars shine with undiminished glory. He would come up to me in the gloom and stand staring out of the great oval port, while the heavens crawled slowly around us as the ship turned over and over with the residual spin we had never bothered to correct.
“wel, Pape,” le loga fino, “we motu anfino-anfino, e ablo Koye paso fata we. a ko te abla xina da yi Koye haso interesa mome e momi miskini lil dunia – me anabla aha we.” badu lone kaixu, sa dura xing e kosmomegam glisa cirka mome sa xixi, anlimiti arke sa waye da purbono klari plastike da kanjanel.	“Well, Father,” he would say at last, “it goes on forever and forever, and perhaps Something made it. But how you can believe that Something has a special interest in us and our miserable little world—that just beats me.” Then the argument would start, while the stars and nebulae would swing around us in silent, endless arcs beyond the flawlessly clear plastic of the observation port.
rupi anmacable da mi hal esa, me fikra, we da so laka ren. na rezulte, me ponta pa mi tini papir sa Kosmofiziki Gazete, e mi limi sa Mesi Notis da Raji Kosmofiziki Socia. me memisa lole, momi ratibe lewo jani ca longi sa zi lojia-du kar. ablo veri da mome zayo xawi, a kontino ca hononen desbali mome lewo fendona pa kosmolojia e zemfizikia maxo maxo ko momi polia. eska mi reporte da Fenikse Kosmomegam wil so fina momi histor da kili nen? le wil fina, me fobu, max-max ko we.	It was, I think, the apparent incongruity of my position that cause most amusement among the crew. In vain I pointed to my three papers in the Astrophysical Journal, my five in the Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society. I would remind them that my order has long been famous for its scientific works. We may be few now, but ever since the eighteenth century we have made contributions to astronomy and geophysics out of all proportion to our numbers. Will my report on the Phoenix Nebula end our thousand years of history? It will end, I fear, much more than that.