| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| tʲimaŋk jærɨɣ | pelym mansi (PM) | Ljalkin, Andrei Petrovich | poetry/song (poe) | Bear Songs (bes) | 1342 | glossed | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Kannisto, Artturi - Liimola, Matti (1958): Wogulische Volksdichtung gesammelt und übersetzt von Artturi Kannisto, bearbeitet und herausgegeben von Matti Liimola. IV. Band. Bärenlieder. In: Mémoires de la Société Finno-Ougrienne, 114. Helsinki: Suomalais-Ugrilainen Seura, 292-302. | Liimola, Matti; Kuzjomkin, Andrei Aleksejevich | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "Song of Tʲim's Mother" | – | – | – |
| by Riese, Timothy |
| Citation |
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| Kannisto & Liimola 1958: OUDB Pelym Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1342. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1342 (Accessed on 2024-11-26) |
| tʲimaŋk jærɨɣ (glossed version) |
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| Song of Tʲim's Mother. |
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| [bird-cherry growing bird-cherry meadow] |
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| How does the bird-cherry growing bird-cherry meadow grow for Tʲim's mother? |
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| [berry growing berry forest] |
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| How does the berry growing berry forest grow for Tʲim's mother? |
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| When the bird cherries ripen |
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| With my two paws (like) dry grass |
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| I move myself down to the riverbank, |
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| When the berries ripen |
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| with my two paws (like) dry grass |
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| I move myself down to the riverbank. |
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| What does Tʲim's mother look like? |
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| How do the bird cherries ripen for her, |
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| How do the berries ripen for her? |
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| With a game-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| with an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I set myself against her. |
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| Suddenly Tʲim's mother can be heard coming. |
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| The sound of the oar shaft clacking |
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| can be heard over the headland. |
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| Suddenly I look, |
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| the prow of her prowed boat has appeared, |
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| the stern of her sterned boat has appeared. |
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| The prowed boat is being steered, |
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| the sterned boat is being steered towards me. |
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| When she arrived |
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| she supported herself on the tip of the oar. |
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| (And) jumped ashore. |
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| With an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I leapt at her, |
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| with a game-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I leapt at her. |
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| [with a big hip-axe] |
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| When I am struck with a large hip-axe |
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| I fell back. |
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| My cheek hair [n.n.] grown this summer |
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| were sliced off. |
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| My cub born this summer |
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| [by her big dog as large as a he-wolf] |
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| was killed by her big dog as large as a he-wolf. |
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| She grabbed it by the hipbone, |
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| tossed it into the boat, and says: |
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| All kinds of shit and piss |
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| frighten my heart. |
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| In a god-granted good fall |
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| my son's hundred bear mark will be reached. |
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| The bear says in turn, |
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| [for your son] |
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| What kind of hundred bears were they for your son, |
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| toothless and clawless? |
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| My heart was pierced by a larch-wood pole, |
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| my heart was pierced by a fir tree pole. |
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| I know your son's sable-hunting hunting path, |
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| I know your son's squirrel-hunting hunting path. |
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| On the day your son goes hunting |
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| I will place myself at the edge of your son's sable hunting path |
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| I will place myself at the edge of the squirrel hunting path, |
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| I will set myself against him with an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart, |
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| I will set myself against him with a game-biting, doom-bringing heart. |
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| On the day he goes hunting |
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| with my two paws (like) dry grass |
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| I placed myself at the side of his hunting path. |
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| With an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart I set myself against him, |
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| with a game-biting, doom-bringing heart I set myself against him. |
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| I sat for a short time or for a long time, |
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| how should I know? |
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| I repressed my big game-smell. |
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| Suddenly I look, |
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| two dogs appear as large as he-wolves. |
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| There is no deadfall den they have not smelled, |
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| there is no tree-root den they have not smelled. |
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| Suddenly a branch crackled, |
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| my heart startled at it. |
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| Suddenly I look, |
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| Tʲim the son has appeared. |
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| I took a good look at him. |
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| [his elk-killing weapons] |
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| [his game-killing weapons] |
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| I didn't have time to count all of his elk-killing weapons, his game-killing weapons. |
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| Tʲim, the son, was going. |
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| When I notice it |
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| I pulled back my right paw. |
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| With an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I ran ahead from the side |
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| with an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart, |
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| with a game-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I set myself against him. |
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| [Again] [my big game-smell] |
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| I repressed my big game-smell again. |
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| Suddenly the two dogs as large as he-wolves appeared. |
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| There is no deadfall den they have not smelled, |
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| there is no tree-root den they have not smelled. |
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| They went. |
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| A branch crackled, my heart startled at it. |
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| I look, Tʲim, the son, has appeared. |
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| While he went along |
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| I [his game-killing weapons] |
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| [his elk-killing weapons] |
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| looked well at his game-killing weapons, at his elk-killing weapons, |
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| I counted them. |
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| When I discern them |
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| [my right paw] |
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| I pulled my right paw back. |
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| Again with a game-biting, doom-bringing heart, |
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| with an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I ran ahead from the side. |
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| With an elk-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I set myself against him. |
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| With a game-biting, doom-bringing heart |
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| I set myself aganist him. |
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| Suddenly the two dogs as large as he-wolves appeared. |
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| There is no deadfall den they have not smelled, |
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| there is no tree-root den they have not smelled. |
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| [my large animal scent] |
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| I let my large animal scent out, |
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| the dogs take up (the scent). |
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| Tʲim, the son, cries out: |
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| In the course of our life |
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| we have found nothing to fear. |
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| [than us] |
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| Who is more fearsome than us? |
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| I ran towards Tʲim, the son. |
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| [an eagle-wing feathered arrow at me] |
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| When he lets loose an eagle-wing feathered arrow at me |
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| I deflected it past the corner of my stomach. |
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| When he slashes at me with the long hip-knife, |
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| I deflected it past the corner of my stomach. |
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| When he slashes at me with the big hip-axe |
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| When I threw myself back |
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| (only) my cheek hair [n.n.] grown this summer were cut off. |
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| Our ten-fingered, twenty-fingered hands |
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| came together. |
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| Uncle, with the rising sun we (started) to fight, |
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| with the setting sun we will push each other down. |
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| If the ground is even we'll make it bumpy, |
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| If the ground is bumpy, we'll make it even. |
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| Whether we paced for a short time or a long time, |
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| how should we know? |
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| Suddenly I realized: |
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| Where is the food basket of Tʲim, the son? |
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| We stepped in that direction. |
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| [bound by Tʲim, the son, himself] |
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| [ In the shoulder straps of the food basket] |
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| In the shoulder straps of the food basket bound by Tʲim, the son, himself his feet got entangled. |
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| I pushed Tʲim, the son, down. |
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| I sat down on him. |
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| Are there any people to look for Tʲim, the son, or aren't there? |
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| I tore off his right shoulder blade, |
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| I tossed it up. |
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| If there are any people to look for Tʲim, the son, |
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| climb up and climb down (like) a red-bottomed woodpecker. |
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| When I threw it up it fell back down. |
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| There is nobody to look for Tʲim, the son. |