Orihinal na Teksto
I daresay they relentless symphony of utterances escaping thy lips hath grown so extraordinarily persistent that silence itself now stands at the gates, begging desperately for mercy and a moment's respite from this most unending barrage of sound.
Resulta ng Pagsasalin
Ic secge þæt hīe wiðerweard symfonia of wordum þe fram þinum lippum forðfēon hæfum swīðe ungerǣdlice þurhþrungen, þæt slǣp hit sylf nū stānd æt þām geat, biddende swiðe earfoðlic frēodome and ān gespecene hwīl fram þisum mōdigan beorhtnesse of lyde.