paq'batlh
The paq’batlh is the story of Kahless the Unforgettable, the founding of the Klingon Empire, and the creation of Sto-vo-kor. While some may call it a “religious text”, this Klingon believes it should be considered a legend, similar to the legends of King Arthur or Charlemagne, that contains moral lessons.
This text was reconstructed by Humans from fragments, as such it contains some errors in both the language and content. A misunderstanding of the bIraqlul (Klingon redundant body systems) lead the reconstructors to believe that Klingons have two hearts instead of a single eight-chambered one. I will attempt to point out issues as they are discovered.
The Text below is split into three columns:
- The first column contains the tlhIngan Hol translation of the English by Marc Okrand.
- The second column is my literal back translation of the tlhIngan Hol text.
- The third column is the English as written by the reconstructors as published, including any errors.
paq'yav
lut cherlu'
naDev Sughompu’
- ‘ej Qo’noS SuvwI’pu’ Hem tlhIH
- qeylIS tIghmey’e’
DaH tIQoy
- teH tIghmey
- ‘ej bIH bolIjlaHbe’
naDev Sughompu’
- yIn lutDaj’e’ Hegh
- lutDaj’e’ je
DaH tIQoy
- ghaytanHa’ QapDI’ SuvtaH
- Qunpu’ Suvpu’
naDev Sughompu’
- Suto’vo’qor wIghoSmeH ngoQmaj’e’
- DaH tIQoy
pa’ qeylISma’ wIvan
- nItebHa’ maSuv
- Hochlogh maSuv
nItebHa’ maSuv
- Hochlogh maSuv
- nItebHa’ maSuv
Hochlogh maSuv
- pa’ qeylISma’ wIvan
- Hochlogh wItlhej
Here you all assemble
- and you all are pround warriors of Kronos
- The customs of Kahless
Listen now!
- the customs are true
- and you all cannot forget them
Here you all assemble
- his life story and
- his death story
Listen now!
- he fights when it is unlikley to win
- he fights the gods
Here you all assemble
- our goal is to approach Sto-vo-kor
- Listen now!
There we salute our Kahless
- We fight together
- We fight forever
We fight together
- we fight forever
- we fight together
We fight forever
- there we salute our Kahless
- we accompany him forever
Here now,
- All of your here
- Proud warriors of Kronos
The ways of Kahless
- For they are true
- And unforgettable
Here now,
- All of you here,
- Of the life and death
Of one who fought
- Against the odds,
- And even Gods.
Here now,
- All of you here
- Why we go to Sto-vo-kor
And greet our Kahless there,
- To join him in battle
- For eternity
To join him in battle
- Join him in battle
- For eternity
We meet our Kahless there,
- To join him for eternity
- For eternity.
wam
ghoS ghoqwI’ tam ‘e’ yItu’
- yoHHa’wI’ Sop ghaH
- Hub’eghbe’ targh
gheDlIj DaHoHHa’pu’ moratlh
- ‘ej gheDDaj charghHa’ molor
- Qob qo’ qeylIS yIqIm
DaqtaghlIj yIlel qeylIS
- ngemvamDaq Ha’DIbaHmey tIHoH
- wa’ targh cha’ tlhInganpu’qoq je
Observe the quiet spy that approaches
- He will eat the unbrave ones
- The targ that does not defend itself
You mis-hunted your prey, Morath
- and Molor mis-conquered his prey
- the world is dangerous, Kahless, pay attention
Take out your D’k tagh Kahless
- In this forest, kill the animals
- One targ and two so-called Klingons
See the spy creeping,
- He will feed on the weak-hearted,
- See the targ, an easy prey.
Morath, you failed to kill your prey
- So will Molor fail to conquer his
- Kahless, be aware of danger in all forms.
Kahless, pull your d’k tahg*,
- Kill the beasts in this forest,
- One a targ, and two who call themselves Klingon
tuH
loDnI’wI’ bIHoHta’be’
- popwIj ‘oH nach
- juHDaq porgh Daqem
vaj
- bItuHqu’ SoH
- tuqlIj tuHmoHlu’
qeylIS loDnI’
- ‘opleS chovan
- tuqmaj vIDevmo’
qeylIS loDnI’
- ‘opleS bIHaghbe’
- ‘opleS ‘opleS ‘opleS
My brother, you did not complete the kill
- The head is my rewardd
- You bring the body to the house
Thus
- YOU are very ashamed
- Your house is shamed
The brother of Kahless
- Some day you will salute me
- Because I will lead our house
The brother of Kahless
- Some days from now you will not laugh
- Some days from now, some days from now, some days from now
My brother, you failed to kill,
- The head is my reward,
- You bring the carcass home.
This way you will feel
- The burden of shame
- On you and your house.
One day, brother Kahless,
- You will bow for me
- As leader of our house.
One day, brother Kahless,
- You will not be laughing.
- One day, one day, one day!
nobqang
qatlh ngemDaq ghaHtaH
- molor Duy’e’ marqagh puqloD’e’
- Hop juHlIj nov
bIjatlhDI’ bIval
- Hem SaqSubnganpu’
- DevwI’chaj SoHmo’
tugh
- ‘Ipvetlh Dapab
- DaneH’a’
maHvaD lojmItmey tIpoSmoH
- SoHvaD tuqlIj vInoblaH
- batlh Hegh qorDu’lI’
qech Dachupbogh vIqel
- jIHvaD juH qach Danobchugh
- ‘Iw leghbe’lu’
jachDI’ qa’rol yIwuq
- nIteb bIwuqnIS
- ngeD Qu’vam
Why is he in the forest,
- Molor’s diplomat, Markag’s son?
- Your home is far, stranger
As soon as you speak you are wise
- The inhabitants of Saq’sub are proud
- Because you are their leader
Soon
- You follow that vow
- Do you want it (that?)?
Cause the doors to be open for us!
- I can give your house to you
- Honorably your family dies
I consider the idea that you suggest
- If you give the home building to me
- Blood will not be seen
As soon as the Ka-rol screams, decide!
- Alone you need to choose
- This task is easy
What is an envoy of Molor,
- Son of Markag, doing in these woods?
- You are far away from home, stranger.
You speak wise words
- The people of the Saq’sub will be proud
- Of a leader like you.
How would you like
- To keep that promise,
- very soon?
Open the gates for us,
- I can offer you your house
- And your kin will die with honor.
I will consider your offer
- You give me the house
- And no blood will be shed.
Decide when the qa’rol* cries,
- The choice is yours,
- And it is obvious.
Heghrup loSlI'
ghoStaHvIS tam ‘ej So’
- molor QaS HoS
- ram Ha’DIbaHmey rur
SaqSubDaq pagh Qoylu’
- Qong SuvwI’pu’ puqpu’ rur
- Heghrup loSlI’
juH qachchajDaq juH qachchajDaq
- Heghrup loSlI’
- Heghrup
ghIq jach qa’rol
- maQ ‘oH
- HemHa’choH ‘ej cho’choH moratlh
qorDu’Daj lon lojmIt ngaQHa’moH
- SumchoH mangghom ‘Iw largh
- moratlh wanI’vam DaSov
SaqSubDaq pagh Qoylu’
- Qong SuvwI’pu’ puqpu’ rur
- Heghrup loSlI’
juH qachchajDaq juH qachchajDaq
- Heghrup loSlI’
- Heghrup
SaqSub qach tIQ beb bIngDaq
- pay’ qul’a’ tu’lu’
- HochvaD pung Hutlh qul
Dogh ghaH ‘e’ Sov moratlh
- ‘etlh DoQDI’
- meQchu’pu’ wo’ che’rupbogh
chay’ ‘etlh DoQ nuch
- QongtaHbogh qup ‘etlh nIH
- vaj nIHpu’ vaj nIHpu’ vaj nIHpu’
qanjIt qan vemmoH moratlh
- vavDaj ghaH qanjIt’e’
- puj tIqDu’Daj ‘ach Hem
SaqSubDaq pagh Qoylu’
- Qong SuvwI’pu’ puqpu’ rur
- Heghrup loSlI’
juH qachchajDaq juH qachchajDaq
- Heghrup loSlI
- Heghrup
While they approach, they are quite and hide
- Molor’s strong troops
- They resemble night animals
In Saq’sub nothing is heard
- The warriors sleep. They resemble children
- They are ready to die. They are waiting for it
In their home buildings, in their home buildings
- They are ready to die. They are waiting for it
- They are ready to die.
Then the Ka’rol screams
- It’s a sign
- Morath becomes unproud and begins to succeed
He abandons his family. He unlocks the door
- The army become near. They smell blood
- Morath, you know this event
In Saq’sub nothing is heard
- The warriors sleep. They resemble children
- They are ready to die. They are waiting for it
In their home buildings, in their home buildings
- They are ready to die. They are waiting for it
- They are ready to die.
In the area below the roof of the ancient Saq’sub building
- Suddenly there is a major fire
- Fire lacks mercy for all
He is a fool. Morath knows that
- As soon as he claims the sword
- the empire that he rules is perfectly burned
How does a coward claim a sword?
- He steals the sleeping elder’s sword
- thus he stole it, thus he stole it, thus he stole it
Morath causes the old Kanjit to wake up
- Kanjit is his father
- His hearts* are weak but they are proud
In Saq’sub nothing is heard
- The warriors sleep. They resemble children
- They are ready to die. They are waiting for it
In their home buildings, in their home buildings
- They are ready to die. They are waiting for it
- They are ready to die.
* Klingons have a single eight chambered heart, not multiple hearts. This is a mistake by the humans that reconstructed the text.
They sneak and they creep,
- The men of mighty Molor,
- Like beasts in the dark.
In the Saq’sub all is quiet,
- Its warriors asleep, like children
- Waiting for death to come
In their homes, in their homes,
- Waiting for death to come,
- Death to come.
Then the qa’rol raises voice
- The signal for Morath
- To lose his pride and claim a throne.
He leaves his kin, unlocks the gates,
- The army closes in, smelling blood.
- Oh, Morath, and you know this:
In the Saq’sub all is quiet,
- Its warriors asleep, like children
- Waiting for death to come
In their homes, in their homes,
- Waiting for death to come,
- Death to come.
Then fires burst under the roofs
- Of the Saq’sub’s ancient houses,
- Flames have no mercy for anyone.
Morath knows he has been a fool,
- His promised kingdom will be ash
- By the time he claims the sword.
How does a coward claim a sword?
- By taking it from his sleeping father.
- So he did, so he did, so he did.
Morath wakes his father,
- The old Kanjit,
- His hearts* weak, but proud.
In the Saq’sub all is quiet,
- Its warriors asleep, like children
- Waiting for death to come
In their homes, in their homes,
- Waiting for death to come,
- Death to come.
*Klingons have doubled up internal organs, so also two hearts; cf. the scene in which Kahless takes out Molor’s hearts (paq’raD 46–8).
vav puqloD je
yIjegh vavwI’
- bIjeghlaHtaHvIS
- bIjeghbe’chugh vaj maHegh
SuvwI’ DameH puqloDwI’
- vIghojHa’moH DaH ‘e’ vItlhoj
- bIQ lungaS ‘aDDu’Daj
nuch SoH moratlh
- jIHvaD ‘etlhwIj yInob
- ghIq yImej
HIqaDQo’ puqloDwI’
- SuvchuqDI’ vav puqloD je
- wanI’ Do’Ha’ law’ Hoch Do’Ha’ puS
loD qan
- nuq DaSov
- qaghobnISchugh maghobchuq
bIQ lungaS ‘aDDu’lIj
- yInob
- qara’
not
- vay’
- Dara’qa’
Surrender, my father
- While you can surrender
- if you do not surrender, in that case we die
in order for my son to behave as a warrior
- I cause him to unlearn. Now I realize that.
- His veins contain water.
You are a coward, Morath
- Give my sword to me!
- then leave!
Don’t challenge me, my son
- As soon as father and son fight each other
- The event is the most unfortunate of all
Old man
- You know what?
- If I need to battle you, we will battle each other
Your veins contain water
- Give it!
- I command you!
Never
- Something (anything?)
- You will command it again.
Surrender, father,
- Surrender while you can.
- Surrender, or we’ll die.
I see now, I have failed
- To raise my son a man.
- Water flows through his veins.
Morath, you coward!
- Give me my sword
- And get out of my way.
Do not resist, me, son.
- Father and son fighting,
- There is nothing worse.
Old man!
- What do you know?
- I will fight you if I must!
You have water running through your veins!
- Give it to me,
- I command you!
There will be
- Nothing to command,
- Ever again!
Hegh vav
qaStaH nuq
- ghobchuq vavwI’ loDnI’ je
- muvemmoH may’ wab
puqloDwI’ jIlujpu’
- bInenchoHpu’ ‘ach quv bIHutlh
- yIghoS yImej
‘ej loDnI’lI’ yIjon
- molor DaQapbe’nISmoH
- yIghoS yIghoS yIghoS
quv vIHutlhbe’
- nuch jIHbe’ ‘e’ vItob
- DaH ghe’tor yIghoS
quvlIj vIchoq
- qachvam vIcheghDI’ charghwI’ jIH
- yay yay yay
moratlh
- qaSambej
- petaQ petaQ petaQ
What is happening?
- My father and brother are battling
- The noise of battle causes me to wake
My son, I have failed
- You become mature but you lack honor
- Go! Leave!
and capture your brother
- You need to cause Molor to not win
- Go! Go! Go!
I do not lack honor
- I am not a coward. I will prove that
- Now, go to Gre’thor
I will preserve your honor
- As soon as I return to this building I will be a conquerer
- Victory. Victory. Victory.
Morath
- I will certainly locate you
- P’takh*! P’takh! P’takh!
* Klingon grammarians have not confirmed the urban legend regarding petaQ being a combination of the prefix pe- and the verb taQ.
What is this?
- I wake up to the sound
- Of battle between my kin!
My Son, I have failed,
- I’ve raised you without honor,
- Go now, leave me.
And get your brother,
- Molor must be stopped
- Go, go, go!
You did not raise me a coward,
- I will prove it to you,
- Go now, to Gre’thor*.
Your honor will be saved,
- I will return to this house
- Victorious! Victorious! Victorious!
Morath!
- I will hunt you down!
- P’takh*! P’takh! P’takh!
* Gre’thor (ghe’tor) is the Klingon Underworld, ruled by Kotar. The gates of Gre’thor are guarded by Fek’lhr (veqlargh);
cf. paq’yav 11.11; ma: Gre’thor.
* P’takh (petaQ) is a Klingon insult, meaning something like “weirdo,” deriving from the verb “to be weird” (taQ), with and you (plural) imperative prefix (pe-). Alternative romanizations include pahtak, p’tak, patahk, and pahtk.
tlha'
juHchajvo’
- qet loDnI’pu’
- taH chaH
HuDqIjDaq
- qet
- ghIq Hechaj bot QIStaq
From their home
- The brother run
- They continue
To the black-mountain
- They run
- Then Kri’stak blocks their route
The brothers ran
- From this home,
- Neither one gives up.
Running
- Over the Black Hills
- Until Kri’stak blocks their path.
Suvrup
moratlh
- DaH bIHaw’laHtaHbe’
- puj ‘uSDu’lIj
bIQ lungaS
- tIqDu’lIj
- loj ‘Iw luHutlhbej
pItlh
- ‘etlh HInob
- ‘etlhwIj ‘oH etlh’e’ ‘e’ DaSov
Morath
- Now you are not continuously able to flee
- You legs are weak
They contain water
- Your hearts*
- The blood is all gone, they certainly lack it
Done!
- Give the sword to me
- The sword is my sword. You know that
* Another reference to Klingons having multiple hearts instead of a single eight chambered one.
Now, Morath
- You can run no more,
- Your legs are weak.
As are your hearts
- Filled with water,
- All blood is lost.
This is the end,
- Give me the sword,
- For you know it is mine.
ghobchuq loDnI'pu'
wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
SuvtaH SuvtaH
- qamDu’chaj bIngDaq
- letchoH lam nagh rur
wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
tujqu’choHmo’ QeHchaj
- nagh tetlaH tujvam
- QIStaq HoS rur
wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
ghIq HoSHa’choHpu’ moratlh
- QIStaq qul bIQtIqHomDaq
- ‘etlhDaj vo’ nuch
wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
‘urwI’ HoHmeH ghopDu’Daj neH lo’meH qeylIS
- ‘etlhDaj chagh
- tugh Hegh ‘e’ Sov moratlh
wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
nuch ghaH moratlh’e’
- quvHa’ moratlh ‘ej jeylu’pu’
- ‘etlhDaj tlha’
wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
- wa’maH cha’ pem wa’maH cha’ ram
mob qeylIS
- ngeng HeHDaq yIt
- SanDaj buS vaj ‘It
qul ngeng HeHDaq
- ba’taHvIS qeylIS
- ghoS SuvwI’ qan
Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
They fight continuously. They fight continuously.
- qamDu’chaj bIngDaq
- letchoH lam nagh rur
Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
tujqu’choHmo’ QeHchaj
- nagh tetlaH tujvam
- QIStaq HoS rur
Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
ghIq HoSHa’choHpu’ moratlh
- QIStaq qul bIQtIqHomDaq
- ‘etlhDaj vo’ nuch
Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
‘urwI’ HoHmeH ghopDu’Daj neH lo’meH qeylIS
- ‘etlhDaj chagh
- tugh Hegh ‘e’ Sov moratlh
Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
nuch ghaH moratlh’e’
- quvHa’ moratlh ‘ej jeylu’pu’
- ‘etlhDaj tlha’
Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
- Twelve daytimes, twelve nighttimes
mob qeylIS
- ngeng HeHDaq yIt
- SanDaj buS vaj ‘It
qul ngeng HeHDaq
- ba’taHvIS qeylIS
- ghoS SuvwI’ qan
Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights.
They fought on and on,
- The sand beneath their feet
- Turned hard as rock.
Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights.
Their anger so hot,
- It could melt the rock
- Like the mighty Kri’stak.
Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights.
And Morath’s strength was gone,
- The coward threw his sword
- Into the fire streams of Kri’stak
Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights.
And Kahless dropped his sword
- To kill the traitor with bare hands,
- Morath felt the end was near.
Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights.
Morath the coward
- Jumped after his sword,
- Dishonored and defeated.
Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights,
- Twelve days, twelve nights.
And Kahless was alone
- Walking along the shore,
- His fate heavy on his shoulders.
Kahless sits at the shores
- Of the lake of fire
- As an old warrior passes by.
qeylIS SuvwI' qan je
tlhIngan loDnI’wI’
- qatlh naDev SoHtaH
- naDev taHbe’ tlhang’IQ
tlhIngan Do’Ha’ vIQaHlaH’a’
- jIba’ ‘ej qatlhej ‘e’ Dachaw’a’
- jIleS ‘ej qatlhej ‘e’ Dachaw’a’
wIj jup
- SengmeywIj vIja’laHbe’
- jIHvaD ratlh pagh
qaQaH DaneHbe’chugh
- vaj qul wIchenmoH ‘ej matlhutlh
- ‘Iw HIq yItlhutlh
vaj matlhutlhjaj
- ghe’torDaq ghaHtaHbogh vavwI’ wIquvmoHjaj
- Heghbogh loDnI’wI’ wIquvmoHjaj!
ta’mey Dun Data’meH naDev SoHtaH
- bIleng net lIjbe’
- quvqa’meH vavlI’ yIvang
chalDaq DapawmeH
- wutlhDaq bInejnIS
- qaleghqa’DI’ charghwI’ SoH
My Klingon brother
- Why are you here?
- Thranx do not exist here
Can I help an unfortunate Klingon?
- I sit and I accompany you, do you allow that?
- I rest and I accompany you, do you allow that?
“my friend”
- I cannot report my troubles.
- Nothing remains for me
You help me, if you do not want that
- Then we create fire and we drink
- Drink bloodwine!
Then may we drink
- May we cause my father that is in Gre’thor to be honored
- May we cause my brother that is dead to be honored
In order to accomplish great deeds, you are here
- You travel, that is not forgotten
- In order for your father to be honored again, take action!
In order for you to arrive in the sky
- You need to search for it in the underground
- As soon as I see you again, you will be a conqueror
My Klingon brother,
- Why are you out here,
- Where even the thranx* don’t grow?
Can I help a fellow Klingon in need?
- May I sit
- And rest with you?
Dear old friend,
- I cannot speak of my tragedies,
- There is nothing left for me.
If you don’t want my help,
- Then let’s light a fire and drink,
- Have some bloodwine!
Let us drink then
- To my father in Gre’thor
- And the brother I once had.
You are here for great deeds,
- Your journey will not be forgotten,
- Restore the honor of your father.
To reach the heavens,
- You must seek underground,
- I will see you victorious next time.
ghe'tor 'el qeylIS
mej loD qan
- qaS jajlo’, wovchoH chal
- ghe’tor DInDaq ghaHtaH qeylIS’e’
DaH
- loD qan mu’mey val
- yaj
ghe’tor ‘el qeylIS
- qul bIQtIqDaq ghoS
- QIStaq qoD ghoS
ghe’tor ‘el nuv ghe’torvo’ tlheD ghaH
- ‘e’ tu’be’chugh neH veqlargh
- ghe’torvo’ cheghlaH nuvvam
not Qapta’ vay’
- bIQtIq HeHDaq yIttaHvIS qeylIS
- QIStaq qoD DISDaq
tu”egh qeylIS’e’
- DIS veghlu’chugh
- pa’ Heghpu’bogh nuvpu’ qa’pu’ tu’lu’
The old man leaves
- The dawn happens, the sky becomes bright
- Kahless is at Gre’thor’s entryway
Now
- the old man’s intelligent words
- he understand them
Kahless enters Gre’thor
- He approaches the fire river
- He goes along the Kri’stak’s inside
A person enters Gre’thor, he/she departs from Gre’thor
- If Fek’lhr merely does not discover that
- That person can return to it from Gre’thor
Never has someone succussed
- While Kahless walked on the river’s egde
- In Kri’stak’s inside’s cave
Kahless discovered himselftu”egh qeylIS’e’
- DIS veghlu’chugh
- pa’ Heghpu’bogh nuvpu’ qa’pu’ tu’lu’
The old man walks away,
- Then dawn lights the surroundings,
- Kahless is at the entrance of Gre’thor.
He understands now
- The wise words
- Of the old man.
Kahless enters Gre’thor,
- Follows the river of fire
- Deep into the Kri’stak volcano.
One can only return from this Underworld,
- If Fek’lhr does not notice one
- Entering or leaving Gre’thor.
No one has ever succeed
- Walking along the banks
- In the heart of Kri’stak,
Kahless finds himself in a cave
- Leading to
- The world beyond the living
betleH chen qeylIS
ta’mey Dun vIta’rup jISeH’eghnIS
- muDechbogh Dochmey vISeHnIS
- Hoch vISeHnIS
jIbDaj lumeQmoH
- jIbDaj lumeQmoH
- qul bIQtIq qulHommey
jIyoHqu’
- jInaS jImupDI’
- jImeq jInab
jIbDaj lumeQmoH
- ‘ej bejtaHvIS
- baS moj jIb
ghe’torDaq lengbe’meH
- qorDu’wI’ vIQan
- muyonmoH bortaS neH
ta’mey Dun vIta’rup jISeH’eghnIS
- muDechbogh Dochmey vISeHnIS
- Hoch vISeHnIS
jIbDaj lumeQmoH
- jIbDaj lumeQmoH
- qul bIQtIq qulHommey
jIyoHqu’
- jInaS jImupDI’
- jImeq jInab
jIbDaj lumeQmoH
- ‘ej bejtaHvIS
- baS moj jIb
ghe’torDaq lengbe’meH
- qorDu’wI’ vIQan
- muyonmoH bortaS neH
I am made for great deeds,
- I must take control
- of myself, my surroundings, everything
Sparks from the fire river
- Caught his hair,
- Caught his hair.
Fearless, I will be,
- Ruthless, I will strike
- Rational and planned
Caught his hair,
- And turned to steel
- Before his eyes.
I will save my kin
- From Gre’thor
- And take revenge!
paq'raD
lut cherlu'
qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
- DaH betleH yIchenmoH
- batlh nuH yIchenmoH
yIghIr qeylIS yIghIr
- betleHlIj yI’uch
- IwlIj Devjaj
DaH QIStaq botlh juStaH qeylIS
- nuHmey ghaj
- ‘ej Suvrup ghaH
bIQtIq qa’rI’Daq pawDI’ qeylIS
- qojDaq Qam
- bIngDaq Qo’noS botlh legh
yIghIr qeylIS yIghIr
- betleHlIj yI’uch
- IwlIj Devjaj
‘ej pum qeylIS
- pumtaH HurghtaH
- pumtaH HurghtaH
ghIq pum ‘e’ mev
- bIQtIq Doq legh
- bIQtIq nguvmoH ‘Iw
ghe’tor lojmIt’a’Daq
- ‘Iw bIQtIq ghoS
- naDevvo’ chegh pagh
yIghIr qeylIS yIghIr
- betleHlIj yI’uch
- IwlIj Devjaj
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Kahless, Kahless, Kahless,
Now forge the bat’leth,
Weapon of pride.
Go, Kahless, go, go down!
Grip your bat’leth
And let it guide your blood.
Now Kahless continues,
Armed and ready,
Past the heart of Kri’stak.
It ends at a cliff,
Leading straight into the core
Of Kronos
Go, Kahless, go, go down!
Grip your bat’leth
And let it guide your blood.
And Kahless fell
For eternity, it seemed,
In never ending darkness.
Then he sees bright red
At the end of his fall
It is a river, blood-colored.
The blood streams carry him
To the great gates of Gre’thor,
The land from where none return.
Go, Kahless, go, go down!
Grip your Bat’leth
And let it guide your blood
veqlargh toj
- ghe’tor lojmItDaq
- SoHtaH
- ngoS nuv ‘umHa’
- net jatlh
- ‘elta’ nuv law’
- cheghta’ pagh
- toS SuvwI’ yoH
- puH QaDDaq paw
- qa’ bIQ Dujvo’ wab Qoylu’
- DeghwI’ ghaH qotar’e’
- che’ronchaj QavDaq
- SuvwI’pu’ma’ tIDev
- ghe’tor ‘elmeH
- yapbe’ mey’ ‘e’ Sovchu’
- ‘ang qeylIS betleH boch
- tugh nab ‘ogh qeylIS
- lughoS Heghpu’bogh nuvpu’ qa’pu’
- chen wej tlheghmey
- QIt latlh qa’ nuD veqlargh
- Hegh lurur mInDu’Daj
- Qob mInDu’ vetlh
- HoHbej bIH
- betleHvo’ qotar mInDu’ mIghDaq
- boch ‘otlh
- ghe’tor ‘el qeylIS
- rIQbe’ ghah ‘ej QaD
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Kahless, Kahless, Kahless!
At the gates of Gre’thor,
Here you are.
Those unfit disintegrate
At the glance of Fek’lhr,
So it is said.
No one knows for sure,
Many have entered,
None have returned.
The fearless warrior
Climbs out of the blood
Onto dry land.
Strange sounds come from afar,
It is the barge of the dead,
With Kotar at its helm.
Kotar, Kotar, Kotar!
Guide our warriors
To their final battleground.
Kahless knows by instinct
A fight will not suffice
To enter the land of the dead.
The lights from the ship
Reflect on his bat’leth,
Soon Kahless will devise a plan.
The spirits of the dead
Go to the gates of Gre’thor
In lines of three.
Fek’lhr inspects them,
One by one,
With his deadly glance.
Kahless, Kahless, Kahless!
Beware those eyes
For they will kill without a doubt.
When the eyes of death are upon him,
Light reflects off the bat’leth
Into Fek’lhr’s evil eyes.
His eyes are blinded for a while,
And Kahless enters Gre’thor
Unharmed and safe.
qeHHa' loDnI'
- bIQeHba’
- chaq batlh bIvangqa’laH
- DaH jIyIn je
- SoHvaD jIchup
- HItlhej HItlhej HItlhej
- ‘ej nItebHa’ molor wISuv
- vaj qotarvaD bInob’eghDI’
- tlhIngan tuqmey Sub SoH
- vIghIjlu’mo’ ‘ej bortaS vIneHmo’
- jIleghlaHbe’ ‘ach chovuvtaH
- qorDu’ ruS HoS law’
- Hegh HoS puS
- batlh vIvang ‘e’ vI’Ip
- molor vISuvtaHvIS jIHegh
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My brother, I see your anger,
You might have a chance
To make amends.
I am as alive as I was
When you left me at Kri’stak,
I have an offer to make.
Come, come, come
With me to the living,
And fight Molor with me.
In battle, you will die with honor,
So you can give yourself to Kotar
As a hero of the Klingon tribes.
What a fool I have been,
Blinded by fear and spite,
And still you find me worthy.
This can only mean
Our family bonds are stronger
Than even death itself.
Brother, on this day I swear
To be honorable and die
In battle, fighting against Molor.
ghomchuqqa' loDnI'pu' vav je
maghomchuqqa’DI’ SuyInbejmeH
- DaH moQbara’ tonSaw’mey
- Sa’agh
muvchuqmeH yabmaj porghmaj je
- muvchuqqa’meH porgh qa’ je
- moQbara’ tonSaw’ DIlo’jaj
SuH
- tayvam tIQ
- wIlopchoHjaj
wa’DIch nach ‘ay’
- cha’DIch ghIv ‘ay’
- wejDIch burgh ‘ay’
- loSDIch bIng ‘ay’
- vaghDIch Dung ‘ay’
- tagha’ tIq Hoch botlh
- Hochlogh Dat joqtaHjaj
DaH mararchuq
- mayIntaHvIS
- wa’ Dol bIH qae’ porgh’e’ je
moQbara’ ‘ay’mey
- bota’ta’
- batlh naDev SuDab
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I will show you now
The forms of the mok’bara*,
So we can reunite in the flesh.
Let us join our mind and body
In the forms of the mok’bara,
To reunite body and soul.
We are ready,
Let us commence
This ancient rite.
First Nach, the form of the head,
Then Ghiv, the form of the legs and arms,
Then Burgh, the form of the stomach,
Then Bing, the form of the space above and below,
And Dung, the space beside,
And finally Tiq, the heart and center of all things,
May it forever beat, anywhere.
We are now connected,
Spirit and body are one,
Until our time comes
You have both finished
The forms of the mok’bara
Welcome to this place.
nargh
vaj porghchaj muvqa’ qa’chaj
- molor luqaDmeH
- yInqa’ cha’ SuvwI’pu’
tlhoS lojmItmey veghDI’
- qeylIS qorDu’ je
- ‘el veqlargh
jach veqlargh jatlh
- muqaD vay’ ‘ej ghe’tor ‘el porgh
- nuqDaq ghaH petaQ’e’
targh Darur
- vaj qaSam ‘ej qaHoH
- ghIq cha’ tIqDu’lIj vISop
QeHqu’mo’ veqlargh
- Hegh Duj lu’el cha’ qotar qa’pu’ qeylIS je
- ‘e’ leghbe’ veqlargh
qaSDI’ wa’leS
- SuvwI’pu’ qa’pu’ yIrmeH
- ‘Iw bIQtIQDaq lengchoH Duj
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And so their spirit and body connected,
The two warriors resurrect
to confront Molor.
Kahless and his kin
Were almost at the gates,
When Fek’lhr came in.
He screamed: “Where is the p’takh
Who dares to enter Gre’thor
Within a body?!
“I will hunt you down
Like a targ and slay you,
Then eat both your hearts!”
In his rage, Fek’lhr never saw
Two of Kotar’s souls and Kahless
Enter the barge of the dead.
The next day, the barge set sail
On the river of blood,
On its way to gather the souls of the fallen ones.
QeH qotar
qotar qotar qotar
- DachchoH cha’ qa’
- ‘e’ DaSov ‘ach chay’ qaS
veqlargh
- qa’pu’wI’ ‘avwI’
- Dutojta’ ghotHom jubbe’
qotar qotar qotar
- qempa’QeHlI’ tIghommoH
- qa’pu’vam Hem law’ Hoch Hem puS
chutmey tIQ wemta’
- SanDaj qaDta’
- tuHbe’ tlhInganvam jay’
qotar qotar qotar
- qempa’QeHlI’ tIghommoH
- qa’pu’vam Hem law’ Hoch Hem puS
petaQvam vIqopbej
- QIt ghaHvaD yIn Hegh je vIghojmoH
- ‘ej ‘oy’ SIQ ghaH
qotar qotar qotar
- qempa’QeHlI’ tIghommoH
- qa’pu’vam Hem law’ Hoch Hem puS
qempa’QeH
- ‘Iw bIQtIqDaq maleng
- ‘ej ‘urwI’vam wIjey
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Kotar, Kotar, Kotar!
Two of your souls are missing,
You can sense it, but how can it be?
Fek’lhr! Guardian of my souls,
You have been outwitted
By a mere mortal!
Kotar, Kotar, Kotar!
Assemble your Qempa’keh*,
The proudest spirits of Gre’thor!
He has broken the ancient rules,
He has defied his destiny
Curse this Klingon, who has no shame!
Kotar, Kotar, Kotar!
Assemble your Qempa’keh,
The proudest spirits of Gre’thor!
I will bring this p’takh to justice
And teach him life and death,
The slow and painful way!
Kotar, Kotar, Kotar!
Assemble your Qempa’keh,
The proudest spirits of Gre’thor!
Qempa’keh, we will travel
Up the river of blood
And bring this traitor down!
'omchoH chaH
- nIteb peghoS
- HatlhDaq peleng
- QoymoH tlhIngan tuqmey
- tIja’
- DaH molor yISuvchoH
- tIja’
- muHmeychaj Suq
- ‘e’ tlhob qeylIS
- tlhInganpu’ tlhabqa’moHmeH
- batlh Suv ‘e’ tlhob qeylIS
- boQ lupoQbe’
- tlhIngan chaH
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Kahless tells his brother and father
to go their separate ways,
And travel the lands.
To tell the Klingon tribes
their story of courage,
And honor.
To tell them that now is the time
To take up their arms,
And fight against Molor.
To tell them that Kahless asks them
To take up their arms,
And fight against Molor
To make the Klingon people proud
And self-sufficient once more,
And fight with honor!
To remind them that they
Don’t need anyone but themselves,
For they are Klingon!
Deb mojqu' yer
SaqSub’e’ muSHa’bogh
- pawmeH leng qeylIS
- HuDmey Sal ghIq ghIr
Deb mojpu’ vavDaj yer
- ‘ej choSchoHlu’pu’ ‘e’ tu’
- ‘op ben pa’ Dab ngan ‘ej chep
puH lonlaw’ta’
- yIn qa’
- SanDaj SaH pagh
ghIq juDDaj’e’ lunchenmoHpu’bogh
- vavDaj ghopDu’ paw qeylIS
- Qaw’lu’ ‘ej chIm ‘e’ tu’
qeylIS Qaw’ ‘e’ nIDmeH
- yerDaj weH molor
- ‘ej juH qachDaj meQmoH
‘ach luj molor
- vangmo’ molor HoSghajchoHqu’ qeylIS
- ‘ej SuvqangmoHbej
Suvchu’meH Suvchu’meH Suvchu’meH
- ghaH SuvqangmoHchu’
- molor
Qo’noSDaq boqwI’mey
- nejmeH je leng qeylIS
- ‘ej chaHvaD lut ja’
Hoch qImmoH mu’meyDaj
- ghoj ‘agh ‘ej val
- yIntaH ‘e’ luleghmo’ chaH mer
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And Kahless traveled to
His beloved Saq’sub,
Over the mountains,
He finds the lands of his father
Barren and deserted,
It was alive and prosperous once.
It was as if the spirit of life
Had forsaken the earth,
And no one cared about its fate.
Then Kahless arrived at his home,
Once built by his father’s own hands,
He found it destroyed and desolate.
Molor did not destroy Kahless
By burning his house
Or ravaging his lands.
Instead, by doing so,
Kahless grew mighty and strong,
And it fueled his will to fight.
To the death, to the death, to the death,
It fueled his will to fight
To the death.
Kahless also went out to search
For allies across Kronos,
And told them his tale.
All were bemused by his words,
Wise and full of spirit,
And astonished to see him alive.
SaqSubDaq chegh
pIraQSIS maS bIngDaq
- pIgh rur SaqSub chIm
- choSlu’pu’bogh
‘ach narghDI’ jul
- nargh je moratlh qanjIt je
- HuDmeyvo’ ghIr chaH
chaH neH wovmoHlu’be’
- chaH ’emvo’ ghoS
- SuvwI’pu’ mangghom yoH
Sepvatlh latlh DoqDaq
- Hatlh lengtaHvIS qeylIS
- lutlhej tlhInganpu’ Hem mI’ nIb
Hoch tuq
- Hoch puq poH
- loD be’ je
nItebHa’ molor HI”a’
- SuvvIpghach puj je
- HarghmeH yeq chaH
‘ej Hoch vangHomDaq Hoch vengDaq je
- Suchbogh ghaH qeylIS luQoy
- woQ le’yo’ je ‘aghbej ghaH
le’yo’raj nIHlu’ta’mo’ penoD jatlh qeylIS
- nuHmeyraj tIQorgh
- watlh ‘Iwraj ‘e’ lu’aghmo’ nuHmey jej
Hoch tuq
- Hoch puq poH
- loD be’ je
nItebHa’ molor HI”a’
- SuvvIpghach puj je
- HarghmeH yeq chaH
jatlh ‘e’ mevDI’ qeylIS, lop
- chaq tugh batlh Heghmo’
- ‘ej chaq tugh charghmo’
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The Saq’sub lay
Empty and desolate,
Under the Praxis* moon.
But when the sun appeared,
So did Morath and Kanjit,
Over the hills, they came.
The sun shone not on them only,
Behind them came
An army of brave warriors.
On the other side of the land,
Kahless traveled the lands
With an equal number of proud Klingons.
All tribes,
All ages,
All sexes,
United to do battle together!
Against the tyrant Molor!
Against fear and against weakness!
And Kahless spoke to them
In every village and city he went,
Filled with pride and authority,
About avenging their stolen pride,
About caring for their weapons,
For they represent the purity of their blood.
All tribes,
All ages,
All sexes,
United to do battle together!
Against the tyrant Molor!
Against fear and against weakness!
After Kahless’s words, they celebrate,
For they may soon die with honor!
For they may soon be victorious!
pong ghoj qotar
Daq HopHa’Daq
- qa’chaj nejlI’
- qotar qempa’QeH je
Dung qo’ pawDI’
- qeylIS qorDu’ je tae’ neH
- bop bommey
veqlarghvo’ narghbogh loD
- chutDaj bIv ‘e’ ngIlbogh loD
- DaH pongDaj Sov qotar
QeHpu’ qotar ‘ach luvuQ
- tlhIngan ghaHmo’ ‘ej qu’mo’
- qeylIS Hem Delbogh lutmeyvam’e’
lut ja’taHvIS Hem rewbe’
- ‘ej Dat SuchDI’ qotar
- Dach Hoch SuvwI’pu’ Hem
ghobmeH qeylIS lutlhej
- qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
- qeylIS bop Hoch’e’ Qoybogh qotar
lojmItDaj veghta’DI’ jubbe’wI’
- yInqu’meH chegh ‘e’ botnIS qotar
- qeylIS HoHmeH qotar qeylIS SamnIS
qeylIS He tlha’meH
- qamchIy veng ghoSlI’ qotar
- pa’ jubbe’wI’vam HoH ‘e’ nab
qamchIy HurDaq
- SuvwI’pu’Daj ra’ qeylIS
- SaqSub yIjaH
pa’ chaH ghomqa’ ghaH
- qamchIyDaq SuvwI’pu’ Qav tu’ qeylIS ‘e’ tul
- ‘ej qeylIS lutlhej
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Not far away,
Kotar and his Qempa’keh
Are in search for their souls.
Upon reaching the upper world,
No one could speak of anything,
But the deeds of Kahless and his kin.
Now Kotar has the name
Of the one who eluded Fek’lhr,
And dared to defy his rules.
But the stories of Kahless,
Proud to be Klingon, and fierce,
Intrigued Kotar despite his rage.
The people tell the tales with pride,
And everywhere Kotar went,
All proud warriors were gone.
Gone to do battle with Kahless,
Kahless, Kahless, Kahless,
All he heard was Kahless.
Still, Kotar cannot let a mortal
Pass his gates and return alive,
Kahless must be hunted down and killed.
Following the trail of Kahless,
Kotar heads for the city of Qam-Chee,
Where he plans to kill this mortal.
Outside Qam-Chee,
Kahless tells his warriors
To go to the Saq’sub.
He will meet them there
With the last of the warriors,
He hopes to find around Qam-Chee.
qamchIyDaq 'uQ'a'
veng ‘elDI’ ghaH
- pawpa’ ghaH’e’
- paw lutDaj ‘e’ Sov qeylIS
ghaH rI’ ‘ej quvmoH
- qanra’ qamchIy qup’a’
- ‘uQ’a’ luvutta’
‘Iw HIq qagh je chojabpu’mo’
- qatlho’
- wa’leS chaq maHegh vaj malop
le’yo’ lutmey jaja’pu’mo’ qatlho’
- cha’ puqloDpu’wI’ puqbe’wI’ je
- qa’ang vIneH
batlh SaqIH
- qanra’ puqloDpu’
- ‘ej ‘Iv ghaH nuvvam’e’
luqara’ ‘oH pongwI”e’ jupwI’
- bIralqu’ ‘e’ lu’ang mInDu’lIj
- SoH rallaw’ law’ Hoch rallaw’ puS
luqara’ yInuQQo’
- Doy’ ghaH ‘e’ Datu’laHbea’
- qeylIS qatlhIjneS
lugh luqara’ joH qanra’
- le’yo’ lutmey Saja’pu’
- DaH naDev jIHtaHbogh meq Saja’
luqara’ retlhwIjDaq yIba’neS
- ‘ej lutwIj yIQoy
- choQaHlaw’
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Upon entering the city,
Kahless knows his tale
Has preceded him.
He is welcomed by Kahnrah,
Patriarch of Qam-Chee,
They have prepared a feast.
I thank you
For the bloodwine and gagh,
We celebrate, for tomorrow we could die.
I thank you, for your stories of pride,
Let me show you
My two brave sons and my daughter.
I am honored to meet you,
Sons of Kahnrah,
And who is this?
My name is Lady Lukara, my friend,
Your eyes show more bloodthirstiness
Than I have ever seen!
Lukara! Leave him be,
Can’t you see he is tired?
Kahless, my apologies.
The Lady Lukara is right, Kahnrah,
I have shared stories of pride with you,
Now I will tell you why I am here.
Lukara, please sit by me,
And listen to my tale,
You look like you can help me.
HIv molor
- latlhpu’ law’ pIlmoHpu’ lutvam
- pa’Daq tamchoH Hoch tlhInganpu’
- vaj molor juH lupaw je
- qeylIS lutmey
- lulchoHlaHpa’ chaH
- qeylIS HoH’e’ wuq je molor
- qamchIyDaq vagh vatlh SuvwI’pu’
- ngeH molor
- qamchIy lojmItmeyDaq
- ‘el chaH ‘e’ luqap
- luDoQ
- ‘el chaH ‘e’ lupoQ
- DoH chaH
- qamchIy Hoch negh
- rewbe’pu’ qaD
- ‘ej mu’meyvam ja’
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Then Kahless tells his tale,
The tale that inspired many before them,
And every Klingon in the room falls silent.
Stories travel faster than a khrun*,
Thus the stories of Kahless
Also reach Molor’s house.
Frightened by this revolution,
Molor also decides to kill Kahless,
Before the battle can start.
Molor sends five hundred
Of his warriors to Qam-Chee
To raid the town and kill Kahless.
So there they are,
At Qam-Chee’s gates,
Demanding to get in.
In the name
Of Molor the Mighty,
Demanding to get in.
The men of Qam-Chee,
They all back away
From the gates and Molor’s men.
Kahless climbs onto the table,
Turns to the people,
And spoke these words.
luqara' joH
qamchIy SuvwI’
- tlhIHvaD SuvwI’pu’vam vIDelpu’
- muHoHmeH pawpu’
DIjeymeH tutlhej’a’
- tutlhej’a’
- tutlhej’a’
qatlh Sutamchu’ tlhIH
- SuvwI’pu’ Hem boghIjlua’
- tlhIH je qamra’ puqloD pejatlh
vaSvamDaq
- tuq veng je quvvaD
- Heghqangbogh SuvwI’ tu’lu’bea’
qamchIy rewbe’pu’
- batlhna’ ‘agh
- SuvwI’ boleghbogh
‘ach botlhejQo’ SuSuvQo’
- vItlhejbej jIH
- Hur ghom’a’ wIqaD
vaj jIHeghchugh
- tlhIngan yoH retlhDaq jIHegh
- ‘ej batlh jIHegh
yerchajvo’ Haw’
- qamchIynganpu’
- ngIq nuv luHoH
molor vaghvatlh
- molor vaghvatlh
- molor vaghvatlh
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Warriors of Qam-Chee,
These are the men I tell you of,
They have come for my blood.
Will you stand with me and defeat them?
Will you?
Will you?
Why are you all silent?
You, proud warriors, are you afraid?
And you, sons of Kahnrah, speak up!
Is there nobody in this hall
Prepared to die for the honor
Of your tribe and city?
People of Qam-Chee,
The warrior before you
Carries the essence of honor.
Yet you will not join your blades with his,
I for one will stand with him
To face the hordes outside.
And if I die,
I do so next to a brave Klingon,
I will at least die with honor!
The people of Qam-Chee,
They fled their territory,
And were killed one by one.
By the five hundred of Molor,
By the five hundred of Molor,
By the five hundred of Molor.
qamchIy may'
vaS’a’vetlhDaq
molor vaghvatlh
lul qeylIS luqara’ je
qaStaHviS rep law’ Hargh
vaS’a’ teb
molor SuvwI’pu’ ‘Iw
vaj ruS cher ‘Iw
rap cha’ ghot HoS rap cha’ ghot vuD
chen yIn ruS
nItebHa’ yIntaHmeH
Sanchaj luqaD
nItebHa’ SuvlI’
ghIq QavwI’chaj DuQchu’
qeylIS betleH
chaHDaq SIStaHvIS negh ‘Iw
nga’chuq
nga’chuq
nga’chuq
vaj ruS cher ‘Iw
rap cha’ ghot HoS rap cha’ ghot vuD
chen yIn ruS
ghIq SIqralDaq
molor HoS waw’ lupawmeH
bIQtIq HeH juS SuvwI’ ghom
nIteb chegh molor ngIq ghoqwI’
joqwI”e’ cha’bogh qeylIS
luDel ‘e’ ra’ molor
lujang meQboghnom ‘oH
yeqchuqchu’taHghach
Daw’ je joqwI’
nuH’e’ qengbogh mangghomvam
luDel ‘e’ ra’ molor
lujang maS’e’ loQ So’be’bogh QIb lurur
vaj ruS cher ‘Iw
rap cha’ ghot HoS rap cha’ ghot vuD
chen yIn ruS
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Kahless and Lukara,
They fought in the Great Hall
Against Molor’s five hundred.
Many hours of bloodshed passed,
The Great Hall filled with the blood
Of Molor’s warriors.
So the bond was sealed in blood
Of two equal in body and thought,
The bond of life.
Fighting side by side
Against the odds
For survival together.
Then Kahless’s bat’leth
Pierced the last of them,
Showered with the soldiers’ blood.
They mated,
They mated,
They mated.
So the bond was sealed in blood
Of two equal in body and thought,
The bond of life.
The band of warriors then went
Past the shore to the river Skral,
To Molor’s seat of power.
One by one Molor’s scouts return,
He asks them which banner
Kahless marches under.
They reply it is the meQboghnom*,
The banner of unity
And revolution.
Molor asks them
What weapons this army carries,
They reply, shaped as the crescent moon.
So the bond was sealed in blood
Of two equal in body and thought,
The bond of life
SIqral bIQtIq ghom
ruS cherDI’ ‘Iw
SIqral bIQtIq lughoS cha’ parmaqqay’
pa’ ghomta’ SuvwI’ ‘ej pa’ loS chaH
mangghomvam DevwI’
luDel ‘e’ ra’ molor
vaj ghaH lujang
mangghom luDev wej loD
wa’ Doj law’ Hoch Doj puS
‘etlhDaj jeq vagh DuQwI’Hom
molor vuQlu’
tu’taHmeH chalqach toS
qeylISvam legh neH
quqtaHvIS wanI’vam
raQDaq pawta’
qotar qempa’QeH je
bI’reS qeylIS vaq molor
ghIq qeylIS juHHom ghoS qotar
‘ej qeylIS mong ‘uchchoH
may’ lunungbogh repmey’e’
qeylISvaD mu’meyvam
ja’ta’ molor qotar je
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After having sealed this bond in blood,
The two lovers left for the river Skral,
Where the assembled warriors awaited them.
Molor asks them,
Who leads these armies,
And they reply:
“Three men lead the army
With one who is most impressive
With a five pointed blade.”
Molor is amused,
He climbs a watch tower
To see this Kahless.
At the same time
Kotar and the Qempa’keh arrive
At the camp.
First, Molor taunts Kahless,
Then Kotar comes to Kahless’s tent,
And grabs Kahless by the neck.
This is what Kotar and Molor
Have said to Kahless
In the hours before battle
vaq molor
qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
ghIlab ghew neH SoH
nuQ wablIj ‘ach bI’aw’laHbe’
nItlhejbogh petaQmey
tInuD chaHvaD
nIb yan wIjwI’ jan je
‘uQ’a’ luSop neghwI’ ‘e’ vIchaw’
chaHvaD ‘Iw HIq vInob
vaj tlhutlhtaH ‘e’ luSIQlaHbe’
ghIq po veb
may’ ngajHa’moH
SuvwI’wI’ ghobrupchu’be’ghach
qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
wanI’ vItaghbogh vIrInmoH
bIHeghqu’
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Kahless, Kahless, Kahless,
You are but a glob fly*!
You sound irritating, but you lack the sting!
Look at these p’takhs at your side,
They don’t know how to distinguish
A sword from a plough!
I will let my soldiers feast,
Give them blood wine
Until they can stand no more!
Then, the morning after,
The battle will not be as short,
As it would be if my warriors were fit!
Kahless, Kahless, Kahless,
I will finish what I have started!
You will die well!
lay' qotar
- vaj ghobvam vItap
- ‘ej DaH naDev qaHoH
- qorDu’wIj quvqa’moHlu’meH
- jIvang vIneH
- HoSmoH quvvam
- che’DI’ molor nur ghob je pujchoHpu’
- molor yIqaD
- nItlhej qempa’QeHwI’
- ghe’tor cheghDI’ loDnI’wI’ vavwI’ je
- chaH DatlhejnIS
- jIH chomuv SoH
- Daqna’lIj ‘oH
- ‘ach wa’ vay’ vIpoQ
- ‘e’ Dachaw’chugh neH
- Heghpu’wI’pu’
- DamIlHa’moH SoH
- pop Hevchugh quvwI’
- ‘ej ‘e’ DaqaSmoHchugh jIlaj
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Give me three good reasons
Not to squeeze this hand tight
And kill you were you stand!
The reason of my betrayal
Was my family honor,
I want to restore this honor.
With it, I restore pride and values
Of the Klingon Empire, for under Molor,
They have grown weak and faint.
You may go on as planned
And confront Molor,
My Qempa’keh will be at your side.
In return, you must go back
With your brother and father
To the Underworld.
You will join me afterward
In the realm of the dead,
Where you should have been right now.
I will accept your proposal,
But only if you grant me
One condition:
I will restore honor among the living,
You will restore honor
Among the dead.
The honorable will be rewarded
After death chooses to bring them to you,
If you make it so, I accept.
SIqral bIQtIq may'
ghu’vam qellI’ qotar
ghIq pagh ja’taHvIS
qeylIS ‘uchHa’ ‘ej ghaHvo’ yIt
SIqral wej bIQtIqHommeyDaq
Hargh
cha’ mangghom
Hegh SuvwI’pu’ law’
may’mo’
bIQtIq teb ‘Iw Doq
Hegh wa’ ghIq Hegh latlh
tIqDu’ luDuQlu’
nachDu’ luteqlu’
yoDmey pe’ta’ betleHmey Qob
wa’logh mup betleH
‘ej ‘uSDu’ teqta’
wa’DIch Hegh moratlh
wej SuvwI’ SuvtaHvIS
mongDaj DuQlu’ ‘ej Hegh
ghIq Hegh qanjIt
qeylIS retlhDaq Suv
wa’ jagh HoHta’ HeghtaHvIS
Hegh wa’ ghIq Hegh latlh
tIqDu’ luDuQlu’
nachDu’ luteqlu’
pum vavDaj ‘e’ legh qeylIS
HemmoH
che’ronDaq Qam ‘ej jach
qotar qotar qotar
nIghoS cha’ SuvwI’lI’
ghe’tor luleng
jIlay’ta’ ‘ej batlh jIpabta’
vaj choDanIS
reH batlh SuvtaHjaj chaH
vIHbe’choH latlh SuvwI’pu’
bey HoS QoymeH
‘IjmeH QamtaH
juSmeH qochpu’chaj
jachtaHvIS je chal luSIch beychaj
‘ej Qo’noS yav luQommoH
qotar qotar qotar
nIghoS cha’ SuvwI’lI’
ghe’tor luleng
jIlay’ta’ ‘ej batlh jIpabta’
vaj choDanIS
reH batlh SuvtaHjaj chaH
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Kotar thinks about this for a while,
Then without a word,
He releases Kahless and walks away.
The three forks of the Skral
Were the scene of battle
Between the two armies.
Many of the warriors fell,
The river ran red with the blood
Of a glorious battle!
One by one they fell,
Hearts were pierced,
Heads were severed.
The lethal bat’lekhs
Ripped open armor,
And cut off legs in a single stroke.
First, Morath fell,
Fighting three men at once,
A fatal wound in his neck killed him.
Then, Kanjit fell,
Fighting at Kahless’s side,
Killing one enemy while he fell.
One by one they fell,
Hearts were pierced,
Heads were severed.
Kahless saw his father go down,
It filled him with pride,
He stood on the battlefield and screamed:
Kotar, Kotar, Kotar,
Your two warriors approach you,
They are bound for the Underworld!
I have kept my word of honor,
And so should you,
Let endless battle and honor await them!
The rest of the warriors stopped,
They stood and listened,
To hear the mighty howl.
They too started to shout to the heavens
For the passage of their comrades,
Their howls made Kronos’s soil tremble.
Kotar, Kotar, Kotar
Your two warriors approach you,
They are bound for the Underworld!
I have kept my word of honor,
And so should you,
Let endless battle and honor await them!
molor chalqach
molorDaq He ghoStaHvIS
yoHbogh SuvwI’ law’
pummoH qeylIS ghop
molor
ghobbe’
chalqachDajvo’ QaSDaj bej
may’ bI’reS bejtaHvIS mon
ghIq pum QaSDaj law’ ‘e’ legh
ghIq qempa’QeH legh
SuvwI’pu’vam qu’
not may’ lupay chaH
‘ej qul lungaS mInDu’chaj
DaH molor chalqach ‘avlu’bogh
pIrmuS lupawta’
qeylIS qempa’QeH je
yor nej qeylIS mIn ‘ej
qIHchuq cha’ loD mIn
‘ej jach qeylIS
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Many brave warriors fall
By the hand of Kahless,
In his path to Molor.
Molor,
He does not do battle,
From his tower, he watches his troops
First, he watches the battle smiling,
Then, he sees many of his troops fall,
Then, he sees the Qempa’keh,
These fearsome warriors,
They fight without remorse,
And there is fire in their eyes.
Now Kahless and the Qempa’keh,
They reach the base
Of Molor’s guarded tower.
Kahless looks up and
For the first time the two
Meet eye to eye, and Kahless shouts.
qeylIS vaq molor
Qo’noS ‘urwI’
SaqSub ‘urwI’
Seghmaj ‘urwI’
chalqachlIjvo’ yIghIr
QuchwIj vIl Suvjaj QuchlIj vIl
‘etlhwIj Suvjaj ‘etlhlIj
yImej qeylIS
toy’wI”a’ SuvwI’
qa’pu’ mIgh DevwI’
petaQ’a’ SoH
bIlay’DI’ qaHarbe’
quv HIja’chuqQo’
jIlay’DI’ reH batlh jIpabchugh
Qapla’meywIj Hoch vIta’ta’ ‘e’ DaHar’a’
quv vuv nuv pagh ghajbogh neH
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Traitor of Kronos,
Traitor of the Saq’sub,
Traitor of our race!
Come down from your tower,
And fight me ridge to ridge,
And blade to blade!
Be gone with you, Kahless,
Warrior of the slaves,
Leader of evil spirits!
You dirty p’takh,
Your word means nothing to me,
Don’t speak to me of honor!
Did you think that my word of honor
Would have carried me this far?
Honor is for those with nothing to lose!
pe'vIl mupmeH betleH Qach
molor molor molor
SanlIj DanarghlaHbe’
chalqachDaq bIQaDbe’ je
qeylIS QeH DavemmoHpu’
SomrawDu’Daj teb qajunpaQ
qImchoHlaHchu’ yabDaj
chalqachlIj rachlu’ta’bogh tutDaq
mol’egh betleH
muptaHvIS tay<i>eghmoH QeHDaj Hoch
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molor molor molor
SanlIj DanarghlaHbe’
chalqachDaq bIQaDbe’ je
pa’ bIQam bIHIvDI’
QIncha’ Darur qu’ ‘ej run
Qobbogh may’ nI’ jun
‘ach DaH Qom chalqachlIj
‘ej qamDu’lIj bIngvo’
tugh ngabchu’ ‘oH
molor molor molor
SanlIj DanarghlaHbe’
chalqachDaq bIQaDbe’ je
DaH yavDaq Dej
qach rachlu’ta’bogh
tlhej le’yo’lIj
HughlIj ‘uch qeylIS
DaH roIjvo’ tIqDu’lIj lellaH
‘ach DuQammoH
molor molor molor
SanlIj DanarghlaHbe’
chalqachDaq bIQaDbe’ je
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Molor, Molor, Molor,
You cannot escape your fate,
Even in a tower you are not safe!
You have awoken Kahless’s anger,
His muscles filled with rage,
His mind focused and clear.
The bat’leth sunk into the post
Of your fortified tower,
All his rage focussed in one blow
Molor, Molor, Molor,
You cannot escape your fate,
Even in a tower you are not safe!
You stood there, you attack
Like a krencha*, short and fierce,
Avoiding long and dangerous battle.
But now your tower rumbles,
And soon it will disappear
From under your feet.
Molor, Molor, Molor,
You cannot escape your fate,
Even in a tower you are not safe!
Now the mighty structure
Comes down to the ground,
Together with your pride.
Kahless grips you by the throat,
He could rip your heats out at will,
But instead he put you on your feet.
Molor, Molor, Molor,
You cannot escape your fate,
Even in a tower you are not safe!
qaD
mInDu’wIj tIbuS molor
vay’ qalay’ta’
‘ej batlh ‘e’ vIpab
chalqachlIjvo’ bImej ‘e’ bIyIn ‘e’ vIchaw’pu’
DaH yISuvrupchu’
‘etlhlIj yIjejmoH wa’leS HIghom
yIQongqu’ SoHvaD ram Qav ‘oH ramvam’e’
may’luchlIj nIv yItuQmoH
pujwI’ HIvlu’chugh quvbe’lu’
SoHvaD HoS vI’agh
SoHvaD ‘Iw vI’agh
SoHvaD quv vI’agh
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Look me in the eye, Molor,
I gave you my word of honor,
And I will respect it.
I have let you out of your tower alive,
Now prepare for battle to the death,
Sharpen your blade, meet me tomorrow.
Sleep well, for it will be your last night,
Put on your finest armor,
For there is no honor in attacking the weak.
I will show you strength,
I will show you blood,
I will show you honor!
ghom gholpu'
molor qIpmeH
wa’ chap lo’ qeylIS
‘ej ghaHvo’ yIt
QIStaq ’emDaq jenchoH jul
yor DungDaq Salta’DI’
tagh HarghchuqmeH poH
pa’ Qam cha’ jaghpu’ naS
Suvchuqrupchu’
ghopDu’chaj
Qam mangghomchaj ‘ej bej
nuHmey lonta’ ‘ej Hop
noHvam charghwI’pu’ wuq cha’ SuvwI’
QIStaq ’emDaq jenchoH jul
yor DungDaq Salta’DI’
tagh HarghchuqmeH poH
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Kahless slaps Molor
With the back of his hand,
And walks away.
The sun rises high behind the Kri’stak,
When it rises over its top,
It is time to do battle.
There they stand, two mortal enemies,
Ready to fight to the death
In hand to hand combat.
Their armies stand and watch,
Unarmed, at a distance,
The war will be decided by two.
The sun rises high behind the Kri’stak,
When it rose over its top,
It was time to do battle.
Hay' chaH
qeylIS molor je
Sanmaj chenmoH
tIqDu’raj HoS
qaStaHvIS wej rep
pan qeylIS betleH
‘ej jach molor ‘etlh HoS
Hay’chu’ luneHqu’
vaj pe’vIl joqqu’
cha’ tlhIngan tIqDu’
qaStaHvIS rep wa’DIch
molor rol chipchu’ qeylIS ‘ej teq
tuH molor ‘ach ghur QeH ‘ej pe’vIl HarghlI’
qeylIS molor je
Sanmaj chenmoH
tIqDu’raj HoS
qaStaHvIS wej rep
pan qeylIS betleH
‘ej jach molor ‘etlh HoS
Doy’choH cha’ porgh
‘oy’ cha’ porgh
‘ach Hay’chu’ ‘e’ luneH neH tIqDu’Daj
qaStaHvIS rep cha’DIch
molor ‘etlh bID wItlh qeylIS
tuH ‘e’ mev ‘ej ghIjlu’ ‘e’ lu’ang molor mInDu’
qeylIS molor je
Sanmaj chenmoH
tIqDu’raj HoS
qaStaHvIS wej rep
pan qeylIS betleH
‘ej jach molor ‘etlh HoS
tugh qaStaHvIS rep wejDIch
molor cha’ tIqDu’ DuQchu’ qeylIS
‘ej lel
ngIq tonSaw’ lo’ ‘ej tIqDu’ lel
ngIq tonSaw’ lo’ ‘ej quvqa’
ngIq tonSaw’ lo’ ‘ej rIn may’
qeylIS molor je
Sanmaj chenmoH
tIqDu’raj HoS
qaStaHvIS wej rep
pan qeylIS betleH
‘ej jach molor ‘etlh HoS
ngIq tonSaw’ lo’
SaD law’ San chenmoH qeylIS
wej boghbogh nuvpu’ San chenmoH
SIqral bIQtIqDaq
joqtaHbogh molor tIqDu’ qem qeylIS
bIQ DoqDaq tlhabmoH
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Kahless and Molor,
The strength of your hearts
Will decide what is to come.
And they battle, for three hours,
Kahless’s bat’leth sparks,
And Molor’s mighty sword roars.
Both Klingon hearts beat,
At their strongest,
In lust for blood.
In the first hour,
Kahless cut off Molor’s beard,
Molor fought harder, fierce and ashamed.
Kahless and Molor,
The strength of your hearts
Will decide what is to come.
And they battle, for three hours,
Kahless’s bat’leth sparks,
And Molor’s mighty sword roars.
Both bodies grew tired,
And felt the pain,
But their hearts knew only bloodthirstiness
In the second hour,
Kahless broke Molor’s sword in half,
Shame turned to fear in Molor’s eyes.
Kahless and Molor,
The strength of your hearts
Will decide what is to come.
And they battle, for three hours,
Kahless’s bat’leth sparks,
And Molor’s mighty sword roars.
It was not long, by the third hour,
Before Kahless struck his bat’leth
Right into Molor’s hearts, ripping them out.
In one single move, he removed the hearts,
In one single move, he restored his honor,
In one single move, the battle was done.
Kahless and Molor,
The strength of your hearts
Will decide what is to come.
And they battle, for three hours,
Kahless’s bat’leth sparks,
And Molor’s mighty sword roars.
In one single move,
Kahless decided the fate
Of thousands, and those to come.
Kahless takes Molor’s hearts,
Still beating, to the river Skral,
He sets them free in the crimson water
molor tlhabmoHlu'
tIqDu’vam tuHqu’
Say’moHchu’jaj
bIQtIqvam
matlhHa’lu’chugh vaj Doghlu’
‘e’ yajmeH molor
‘ej batlh vangchoHmeH molor
qa’Daj vupjaj qotar
puj ghaH
‘ach batlh Heghpu’ tlhInganvam
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May these waters wash clean
These hearts,
Blackened with shame.
So that one day Molor will see
The folly of his treacherous ways,
And embrace the ways of honor.
May Kotar be merciful on his spirit,
For no matter his faults, at least
This Klingon brother died with honor
paq'QIH
QeH qotar
- qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
- qanjIt puqloD
- bIval ‘ej bIyoH
- bIQapta’
- ‘ej quv tIghmey
- ‘aghpu’ mu’meyDaj ta’meyDaj je
- ‘ej chaHvaD batlh chutmey nob
- tlhIngan wo’ voDleH moj Sughlu’
- qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
- qanjIt puqloD
- bIval ‘ej bIyoH
- bIQapta’
- Qapqa’ tlhIngan tuqmey
- ‘ej yaymey Dun chav
- qeylIS
- qotar lIjbe’.
- qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
- qanjIt puqloD
- bIval ‘ej bIyoH
- bIQapta’
- nuHmeyDaj may’luchDaj nIv je
- yIr qeylIS
- veng HeHDaq lutlha’
- SaD law’ nuvpu’
- qeylIS qeylIS qeylIS
- qanjIt puqloD
- bIval ‘ej bIyoH
- bIQapta’
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Oh,
- Kahless, Kahless, Kahless
- Son of Kanjit
Klingon Father,
- Wise and brave,
- You have succeeded.
And so Kahless slew the tyrant Molor,
- And taught the people the ways of honor
- By his words and his honorable deeds.
Kahless united the tribes of Kronos,
- And provided them with the laws of honor,
- He was crowned emperor of the Klingon Empire.
Oh,
- Kahless, Kahless, Kahless
- Son of Kanjit
Klingon Father,
- Wise and brave,
- You have succeeded.
The Klingon tribes flourished once more,
- And many great victories were made
- During Kahless’s reign of wisdom and bravery.
Then, the time came when Kahless saw
- That his work on Kronos was done,
- He did not forget Kotar.
Oh,
- Kahless, Kahless, Kahless
- Son of Kanjit
Klingon Father,
- Wise and brave,
- You have succeeded.
On the night of the new moon
- Kahless gathered his weapons,
- And his finest suit of armor.
Thousands followed him
- To the edge of the city,
- To bid him farewell.
Oh,
- Kahless, Kahless, Kahless
- Son of Kanjit
Klingon Father,
- Wise and brave,
- You have succeeded.
QeH qotarqeylIS mu'mey Qav
reH tlhIngan tlhIH ‘e’ yIqaw
- pewuv’egh
- qotar vImuv qorDu’wIj vImuv
qa’lI’ quv yIpab
- ‘ej tIghmeylIj bolIjchugh
- SaqSub SuvwI’ Qup yIqaw
ta’meyDaj boqawDI’ SuHemjaj
- mu’meyDaj bojatlhDI’ Suvaljaj
- not ta’meyDaj mu’meyDaj joq bolIjjaj
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Remember forever that you are Klingons,
- You need no one but yourselves!
- I will go and join Kotar, to be with my kin.
Follow the honor in your spirit,
- And if you should loose [sic] your way,
- Remember the young warrior from the Saq’sub.
May you remember his deeds with pride,
- May you recite his words with wisdom,
- May they forever be unforgettable.
qeylIS Heghbat
mu’meyvam Qav jatlh
- qeylIS lIjlaHbogh pagh
- pawpa’ qotar bIQ Duj
qotarvaD lay’ta’ ‘ej batlh pab qeylIS
- jatlh ‘e’ mevDI’ nuvpu’ mejmoH ghaH
- ratlh be’nalDaj luqara’ neH
yatlh luqara’ puqloD wa’DIch qenglI’
- Qu’Daj yajchu’ ghaH
- qeylISvaD ma’veq nob
vanchuq luqara’ joH qeylIS je
- ‘ej Hemey pIm ghoS
- qa’ qo’Daq ghomqa’ chaH
‘ej nItebHa’ Suv chaH
- ‘e’ Sov luqara’
- qa’ qo’Daq ghomqa’ chaH
DaH wanI’ potlh taghlu’
- tIqDu’Daj DuQqu’meH qeylIS
- ma’veq cha’ ‘etlhmey jop
porgh HoH wa’ ‘etlh
- qa’ tlhabmoH wa’ ‘etlh
- tlhIngan choHlu’ rIntaH
‘Iw teqmeH tlhayDaj lo’ luqara’
- ‘ej qa’ qo’Daq paw paw chaH ‘e’ maqmeH
- qotarvaD jach
qotar qotar qotar
- DughoS SuvwI’lI’
- ghe’tor leng
jIlay’ta’ ‘ej batlh jIpabta’
- vaj choDanIS
- reH batlh SuvtaHjaj ghaH
qeylISvaD jach ‘ej beyDaj luqImmo’
- yuQDaq ghaHtaHbogh Hoch tlhIngan’e’
- Qomqa’ Hoch Qo’noS nuvpu’
lojmItmeyDaq SuvwI’pu’ Hem qIHmeH
- qeylIS lIjlaHbogh pagh
- ghe’tor chegh
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These were the last words
- Of Kahless the unforgettable,
- Before Kotar’s barge sailed in.
Kahless kept his word of honor to Kotar,
- After his last words, all were sent away,
- But his wife Lukara.
Lukara, pregnant of their first-born son,
- Understood what had to be done,
- And gave him the mevak*.
Lady Lukara and Kahless,
- They said their goodbyes,
- And Lukara knew they would meet again.
Fighting side by side
- In an underworld, more glorious
- Than Gre’thor ever was.
Now, the time had come,
- Kahless impaled his hearts
- With the two blades of the mevak.
One blade to extinguish the physical life,
- One blade for freeing the soul,
- The Klingon’s transition was complete.
Lukara wiped the blood on her sleeve,
- And cried out to Kotar to announce his arrival
- In the realm of the dead.
Kotar, Kotar, Kotar,
- Your warrior approaches you,
- He is bound for the Underworld!
I have kept my word of honor,
- And so should you,
- Let endless endless battle and honor await him!
All of Kronos trembled once more,
- Fore every Klingon on the planet
- Followed her cry for Kahless.
And so Kahless the unforgettable
- Returned to Gre’thor,
- To meet proud warriors at its gates.
Suto'vo'qor chenmoH qotar
- DeghDaq Qam qotar
- qotar retlhDaq Qam qanjIt moratlh je
- ‘Iw bIQtIqDaq ghe’tor leng
- ‘e’ Har qeylIS
- ‘ach qamchIy lay’ta’ qotar
- ‘ej pabta’ je
- ‘oHvaD Suto’vo’qor pong qotar
- ‘oH nuD qeylIS ‘ej Hem
- Suv ‘e’ mevDI’ tlhutlhmeH SopmeH lopmeH
- pa’ chegh SuvwI’pu’
- pa’ ‘elDI’ Duj
- ‘Iw Hiq pIw qagh pIw je lularghlu’chu’
- pe’vIl joqchu’taH
- quvbogh ‘ej valbogh tIqDu’ tIQ
- juH moj ghe’tor
- pujwI’vaD nuv quvHa’vaD je Daq moj
- quv Hutlhbogh qa’ HoH
- quv Hutlh ngoQ Hutlh San Hutlh
- Suto’vo’qor lojmItmey ‘el Duj
- qeylIS vanchu’lu’ ‘ej naDchu’lu’
- molor luHarghbogh SuvwI’pu’
- qeylIS qorDu’ je
- mu’meyDaj ta’meyDaj je qaw
- ‘ej qaStaHvIS wej jaj Qong
- qotar ghogh
- qIm neH
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When the barge of the dead came,
- Kotar stood at its helm,
- Kanjit and Morath by hid side.
The three were reunited once more,
- They set sail over the Blood River
- To Gre’thor, or so Kahless thought.
Not only Kahless remembered his words,
- Kotar also met his part
- Of the arrangement at Qam-Chee.
The barge entered a new underworld,
- Kotar named it Sto-vo-kor,
- Kahless looked at it with great pride.
Sto-vo-kor, a mighty stone castle,
- Where warriors returned after battle,
- To drink, eat and celebrate.
Its towers grand, the space infinite,
- The smell of bloodwine and gagh
- Filled the barge upon entering.
At the centre of Sto-vo-kor,
- The ancient hearts of honor and wisdom
- Beat steady and strong.
Gre’thor was now the home
- Of the hearts of doubt and fear,
- The place for the weak and dishonored.
Kotar and Fek’lhr cooled their rage there,
- Slaying spirits with no honor,
- No honor, no hope, no future.
The barge went through Gre’thor
- Into the gates of Sto-vo-kor,
- Kahless was given a hero’s welcome.
There was a feast with his kin,
- And the warriors that took part
- In the great battle against Molor.
After the feast, Kahless felt tired,
- He looked back on his words and deeds,
- And then slept for three days.
Kahless awoke from his sleep
- By the voice of Kotar
- Calling him to his feet.
qeylISvaD Suto'vo'qor nob qotar
qeylIS lIjlaHbogh pagh
- Suto’vo’qorDaq qavan
- batlh bIyInta’ ‘ej bIvalta’
bIleghlaH jIlay’ta’ ‘ej batlh jIpabta’
- qa’ qo’Daq SuvwI’pu’ma’ HemvaD
- juH vIchenmoH
pup qach’a’
- ‘ach wa’ Duy’ tu’lu’
- ‘avwI’ wIvoqlaHbogh wIpoQ
ghe’tor Da’elta’
- ‘ej lojmItmeyvo’ Damejta’
- ‘ach bIrIQbe’mo’ SoH neH
vaj SuvwI’wI’ nIv SoH
- vaj Suto’vo’qor lojmIt
- Da’av
qa’ Hem qo’
- lu’el qa’ QIv ‘e’ Dabot
- lu’el qa’ quv ‘e’ Dachaw’
tlhoy’mey jojDaq
- chaHvaD ‘uQ’a’ lutIvbogh Danob
- ‘ej chaHvaD ‘uQ’a’ lutIvbogh Danob
bIQ lungaSchugh tlhIngan ‘aDDu’
- qoj yoHbe’chugh tlhIngan tIqDu’
- ghe’torDaq mutlhej ‘ej veqlargh lutlhej
vavlI’ loDnI’lI’ je DaSammeH
- ghe’tor Da’elmo’ ‘ej Damejmo’
- QeHchoH qa’pu’ vaj lubIjlu’
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Kahless the unforgettable,
- I welcome you in Sto-vo-kor,
- For you lived wise and honorable.
As you see, I have kept my word,
- I have built our proud warriors,
- A home in the afterlife.
The castle is perfect, although
- It has but one flaw,
- We need a trustworthy guard.
Since you are the only one
- Who ever entered Gre’thor,
- And left the gates unharmed,
You are my best warrior,
- Therefore, you will guard
- The gate of Sto-vo-kor.
You will not only keep poor souls
- From entering the realm of the proud,
- You will also welcome the honorable.
You will offer them a place
- Between these walls,
- And a feast to their liking.
The Klingons with fear in their hearts
- And water in their veins
- Will stay in Gre’thor with me and Fek’lhr,
They will pay for the anger
- You caused by entering and leaving,
- Gre’thor in search of your kin.
bertlham
- chenmoHta’ qotar
- ‘ej jajmeyvam taH ghu’vam
- quv tIghmey Sov Hoch tlhInganpu’
- ‘ej puqpu’chajvaD lutvam lujatlhqa’
- qun qon charghwI’pue’
- quvmo’ Hegh Hegh yInaD
- qo’maj wISachmeH maSuv
- ‘IwlIj ghorgh yIQoy
- ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj
- tlhIngan SoH tlhIngan maH
- yIqaw ‘ej batlh yIHegh
- batlh Heghlu’chugh Heghlu’chu’
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And so, the two ways of afterlife
- Were created by Kotar,
- And so it is, up to this day.
Now, by the deeds of Kahless,
- Every Klingon knows the way of honor,
- And teaches their children by this tale.
Live the Klingon way,
- History is written by the victors,
- Celebrate death, for it is honorable.
We fight to enrich the spirit
- And to expand our realm,
- Listen to the voice of your blood.
Honor is more important than life,
- May your enemies run with fear,
- For you are Klingon, we are Klingon.
Remember and live with honor,
- Remember and die with honor,
- For who dies honorable, dies well!