sentence_eng_Latn: It is about the contemporary resonance of Lazarus's startling words, the only ones in which a state has appeared to invite not just any old immigrants, but the poorest of the poor: "Your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore."
sentence_wol_Latn: Limu doon kay mooy waxu leegi yu neex te bette bu Lazare, ay wax yoo xamni am Nguur ñëwna ngir inwite waxu mala ay tukki kati bitim réew yu magat yi, waaye ñi gënë ñakk ci ñi ñakk: "Dangaa sonnu, danga ñakk,/ Sa diisaay biy tax ngay noyyi bu baax,/ Yi gënë ñakk solo ci sa tefes gu xumbu."