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Klingon Songs
Klingon Anthem
Qoy qeylIs puqloD
Qoy puqbe'pu'
ya bo ma bo je' SuvwI'
Say moH chu may'u
maSuv manong 'ej maHoHchu'
nI'be'yInmaj 'ach wovqu'!
batlh maHghbej'jyoqIjDaq
vavpu'ma' DImuvpa'reH maSuvtaH
Qu' DamevQo' maSuvtaH, ma'ov
Koi keh-less pook load.
Koi Pook beh poo
Yoch bow math bow je shuv wee
Say moach chyu may ew
Mah shoov, mah nong, ej ma choch chew
Nee beh yin mahj ach wov, coo!
Bath ma cheth bejj, ej yo keej dahk
Vaav, poo ma de, muv pa rech, ma shoov tach
Koo ma mev, ko ma shoov tach, ma ov
Hear sons of Kahless
Hear Daughters too
The Blood of Battle washes clean,
the warrior brave and true.
We fight, we love and then we kill
Out lives burn short but bright
And when we die
we join our fathers in the Black Fleet
and carry on the eternal fight
Durge for Kor
mI' qul qar'a'
'eng Do' QI' la'
QI' Do', Sum qarI' Do' QI'la'
Sutem pa' rI tlho'
mara' 'e' qor
rI'qa'
rI'qa'
rI'qa'
DaSo' pa' qareH
Qi' ro'qa'
ro' qa'
ro' qa'
Me-ko ka-ra
Eng-do ki-la
key-do-sum, ka-reH-do key-la
sutem-pa reH-do
ma-ra eh- Kor
re-ka
re-ka
re-ka
da-so pa-ca-re
key ro-kah
ro-kah
ro-kah
See the number of fires burning clearly
Good fortune for the mighty commander
Great luck, I discipline my hails of fortune to you, Commanders
Hail appreciation throught your silence
Our Commander Kor
Hail again
hail again
Hail again
You always cloak it thereabouts
the might Fist of the Commander
the Fist of the Commander
the Fist of the Commander
Klingon Poems
gha'tlhIq in tlhIngan Hol-An ode of respect
Ler'at, House of Tignar. Warrior Son.
At the battle of teh, he killed many men.
At the battle of reth he took many hurts.
His arms were strong to lift the Bat'telh high.
His heart was fierce to keep the enemy afraid.
at teh, at reth, at lagon, at dumath, at negan.
His arms are heavy now with the weight of many battles.
His heart is burdened by the press of many honors.
When he dies, the heavens will shake
with the screams of his comrades.
Warning the dead, Beware! Beware!
A warrior is coming
Love poem
I hunt in darkness.
The stars my guide.
The memory of you sings in my blood.
I seize the gift.
Carry it to your bower.
And lay at your feet the hearts of my enemies.