Kennereski Dikkabins / Domestic Observations Romani / English

So shunnava me te divves
'Dray o Bory Gav?
Shunnava gavver-mushes, ticknes:
Jinnen len mi nav?

Beshava anda beshengrul
Te ker mi lav-o-lil,
Ajor shunnava mouse-mengrul
A-vel te chor mi kil.

O Bory Gav parela kak
Adral i bersha bory.
Dordi, si foshena 'dray mi nak
Ta tatcho 'pray mi kory.

Dikhess, parela rakli bittinès
Opray o puv,
Ta jel o shoon posh-rahti shookarnès
Ta raklis ruv.


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What do I hear upon this day
In London town profane?
I hear policemen, little one,
But do they know my name?

I sit upon a sitting-thing
To write my page of words,
And so I hear a mouse a-creeping,
Come to steal my curds.

Old London town's not changed, I think
Through many an old September
(That may be false in terms of stink,
But true, upon my member).

You see, a maiden's nature scarcely alters
On our sphere.
While onwards walks the moon, a maiden falters
With a tear.