Sɛmɛn tõog-n-taare
Ned fãa gʋlsda gʋlsg a yembre. F sõdb sẽn yɩɩd sõma n sõdẽ.
Kẽ n tõog-n-taar la f yʋʋr wilg tõogdbã sɛbrã pʋgẽ.
The desert air grew cold as the sun dipped below the horizon. For days, the caravan had moved across the shifting dunes, guided only by the stars and the shape of the land. Heavy packs of silk, spices…
Sɛmɛn kãng tõogdbã sɛbre
Ned pa kẽ ye. Yɩ pĩnd soaba!