There’s a kushti sovaben at the kunsus of a dūro drum.
There is a sweet sleep at the end of a long road.
Kair the cāmmodearer.
Make the best of it.
Rikker dovo adrée tute’s see.
Keep that a secret.
The koomi foki the tacho.
The more the merrier.
The pishom kairs the gūdlo.
The bee makes the honey. Id est, each does his own work.