I met two aliens once. They were poets
like me, I mean, a poet and a poetess.
Their language sounded like music, though its
gender distinction wasn't hard to notice.
She’s from the Venus, he is from the Mars.
They speak different languages like us.
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Below is a translation of the poem "Aliens" into Venusian (a vowel is replaced by the next vowel in alphabetical order):
O mit twu eloins unci. Thia wiri puits
loki mi, O mien, e puit end e puitiss.
Thior lengyegi suyndid loki mysoc, thuygh ots
gindir dostonctoun wesn't herd tu nutoci.
Shi's frum thi Vinys, hi os frum thi Mers.
Thia spiek doffirint lengyegis loki ys.
Below is a translation of the poem "Aliens" into Martian, (a consonant is replaced by the next consonant in alphabetical order):
I nev vxo amiept opde. Vjey xese qoevt
mile ne, I neap, a qoev apf a qoevett.
Vjeis maphuahe toupfef mile nutid, vjouhj ivt
hepfes fitvipdviop xatp'v jasf vo povide.
Tje't gson vje Weput, je it gson vje Nast.
Vjey tqeal figgesepv maphuahet mile ut.
Categories:
unci, language,
Form: Rhyme