Then seven heads of grain, withered and thin and burned with the east wind, were sprouting up after them.
 Ɨtu asaŋ ɨlvɨ, nsòmbo, nɨn fi meyn fvɨ̀ ɨ kfeynsɨ kɨmɨ atû àyàŋsɨ isaŋ nâ ghè, yumtɨ̂ ghɨ kɨ tèyn, ma afyef alûm a nyoʼlɨ meyn.