hröfr fexjr röhrihr Swallowing a coin, it swims
hlöratn flatrr gröjl jangrröhrihr On its surface, glinted ripples
jrur mlöfgannexsahr They color pale orange of the sky
hlaer hlulejn jgrir Points blink, as drifting fireflies
flatrrruxnrir xetlung The growing greens dark and deep
nöngatnsahr nöngatnhlulejn Shapes barely visible against the sky,
sounds barely distinguishable in the breeze
fang saesaes u hlulejn Behind rustling branches and wind
hlaer tlajl tlöx The hopping splashes silently
hlör u fang axaxaxas mlö Upward, behind the onstreaming, it moons
For more information on this language and its people, read Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius by Jorge Luis Borges. A google search should result in some decent translations (the original is in Spanish).