Literature:All the world's a stage/Brooding

Nool de khogra aeram lodin—All the world’s a stage

Wenatfen Dalk aazraw Otlai ezuhled druhnshoon awtluht se Wiliyuhm Shaekspeer	Jacque’s Monologue from As You Like It by William Shakespeare
Nool de khogra aeram lodin Daebuh yawbethe-yi-braubakha ga khogra yi kaadaa Andlooloo ee aenduhtooroo aeram chee bashe Daebuh tootlende wawrgil anatot railed wen aelineke stoo Skuhluh basheln aeram bae wirede sken	All the world’s a stage And all the men and women merely players They have their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many parts His acts being seven ages
Wendesketleste auplen stikstir ga Ai aw kawchoo kuhwiln aupit ee awtuhh	At first, the infant Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms
Shenga auplen suhnuhb ga ai uhdaeth Chee rotin Ee doon finee ai aakesal Uhkaetoth bashen otlai pelachimik Maugrootau aastai ruhng ga	Then the whining schoolboy With his satchel And shining morning face Creeping like snail Unwillingly to school
Shenga awlnan ga Ai esar otlai hel Tichee fleeyot lautle Au eedaed bashen skau shakeng flilng basheln	And then the lover Sighing like furnace With a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow
Shenga raapthing Ai aeram raita ese achooloo grate Daebuh chee huhnad belzeebosee Bae drikstad khegi Bae koreg zee-yi-thee Othool odraet bashen otlai zee Echi aw detaed zilng	Then a soldier Full of strange oaths And bearded like the pard Jealous in honor Sudden and quick in quarrel Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth
Shenga khooflidthing ga Chee wogeen tigee-yi-wae Au otawnawmoolong tichee tuhbaun tlae Chee loo stehlaa Ee huhnad au aegimzik otlai neela Raita ese suhnara zaneepdae Ee doomoo bine Ra anatot bashen aelinek ga	And then the justice In fair round belly With good capon lined With eyes severe And beard of formal cut Full of wise saws And modern instances And so he plays his part
Wired ga khlobed deske oonathal Shenga railed ga shlauwizle chee heme thlaenamingee Chee atgenthing thai zeboog Ee ekar thai waedran Elzaid basheln yuhneewizledingee Raiwuhzle aeram hlaud staitlo moolo Pa elzaidai basheln ai aeyeron Daebuh hal basheln yawbethee moolo Aiyoon denoo weeneed chaegee Ee aeram tluht chee indthleeth	The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon With spectacles on nose And pouch on side His youthful hose, well saved A world too wide For his shrunk shank And his big manly voice Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound
Aw iruhk tona Tlande iton doom de grate aerenta Oonathal chaegeed raichdeske ee buhlaak yeetaw Zrachee thlee, zrachee loo, zrachee bril, zrachee khogragath.	Last scene of all That ends this strange eventful history Is second childishness and mere oblivion Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.