tədˈeɪz fˈeɪvɚɹᵻt ɪz ðə ɹᵻfˈaɪnd ænd ɡɹˈeɪsfəl pˈoʊᵻm ˈoʊdɪldʒˌæm sˈiː aɪɐm ɡˌoʊɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ, ɪn vˈɜːsᵻz ʌv sˈɪkstiːn sˈɪləbəlz, sˈɪmpəl ænd wˈɔːɹm, wɪð ɐ hˈɪnt ʌv bjuːɡˈɑːɹʃtɪkə, ɐ kˈaɪnd əvə bˈæləd.
Today's favorite is the refined and graceful poem Odiljam se (I Am Going Away), in verses of sixteen syllables, simple and warm, with a hint of bugarštica, a kind of a ballad.