Pain insularun sirmi, winsularunque okelle, Quasconkin liquentibustannis mariko e wasto fertu terkueneptunus. Quante libender, quanque laitu sinuiso? We, smipse credens, t'ignat quebitunus liquisse campus, et widere te in tutto. O quid solutis beiatius kuris, cummens onus reponit, aqperigrinu labore fesi, e'n muslar i ad nostrum, te sideratu quacui eski muslectu. O quid unus, pro labore bostantis, salue o enusta sirmi, watt cuero, gaudi gaudende, oskul ljudi ai lakusundi, ridete, quid quidest domi, kaki norum. Sirmi, jul of peninsularunz and islands, as many as either Neptune bears in clear lakes around the vast sea, how gladli, how full of joy i lukupon you, mseelf hardly believing ive left behind dinea and be thinnian planes and see you in safety. O what is happier than cares having been set aside when the mind puts away its burden, and exhausted from toil in foreign lands, we have come to our family hearth and rest in our longed for bed. This is the one thing in return for such great labors. Greetings o beautiful sirmi, and rejoice with your master rejoicing, and you o waves of the lidian lake, laugh whatever there is at home of resounding laughter.