Translations of "In Flanders fields" (Standalone) for Massalian
Original
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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En champs Flandres, paveres êpirant,
Entre cruxes, ord-en-ord,
Que dicant luec nosse; et nu ciel,
L'audes, huc [u] cantand bravé, voant,
Letre [li] ouìtes sur las tourmientes assub [e.'su].
Sons les Meutes. Dies breves [breus] annunc [a.'nun]
Vivians, sentians delúz, vians l'occas subluciar.
Amavans et erans amàts, et nunc accuvans
En champs Flandres.
Assuméy nossa cousse con l'emigue:
A vos de mans considièntes jacians
La faz: sea súa a ter-le oute.
Si enfringuéys fè con nos que muerent,
Non dormirans, quais [kway] crescent paveres
En les champs Flandres.
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