| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| tɔuləŋ pɔʃkər jeːri | middle lozva mansi (LM) | Pershä, Michail Grigorich | poetry/song (poe) | Animal Songs (ans) | 1384 | by Eichinger, Viktoria | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát (1896): Vogul népköltési gyüjtemény. In: IV. kötet. Életképek. Elsö füzet. Vogul szövegek és fordításaik. Budapest: Magyar tudományos akadémia, 310-317. | Munkácsi, Bernát; Kálmán, Béla | Munkácsi, Bernát (MU) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "Song of the Winged Pɔʃkər" | – | – | – |
| Citation |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát 1896: OUDB Middle Lozva Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1384. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1384 (Accessed on 2024-11-26) |
| tɔuləŋ pɔʃkər jeːri (glossed version) |
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| Song of the Winged Pɔʃkər. |
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| The winged Pɔʃkər, the Bloody-Handed-Lonely-Boy |
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| the two men were born. |
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| [forest-side, inner-side] |
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| They fill a hundred storehouses in the forest, by the house. |
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| The weather is windy, the tops of the topped trees |
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| are bent down to the Mother of the Crusted Earth, |
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| the branches of the branched trees |
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| are pushed down to the Mother of the Crusted Earth. |
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| They say, [the Old Man of the Wind] |
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| we must seek out the Old Man of the Wind and shoot him down. |
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| They seek out the Old Man of the Wind, |
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| and shoot through half his chin. |
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| For seven winters, for seven summers |
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| the weather remains with no wind. |
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| For six winters and summers |
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| the hundred storehouses by the house |
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| were barely sufficient. |
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| Their miserable dog lying outside |
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| toppled over. |
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| Suddenly Bloody-Handed-Lonely-Boy |
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| takes his bow inside. |
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| For six winters and summers it had tightened, |
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| he doesn't find the strength to loose its bowstring. |
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| He scrapes it, |
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| they cook the clotted serum-paste from the bow, |
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| he drinks the soup, |
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| he says to the other man, |
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| go out! |
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| Is that cloud in the sky |
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| moving or not? |
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| The other man went out, |
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| when he looked at it, it moves, it doesn't move. |
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| He sends him again, go out again, look at it again! |
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| The other man goes out and looks at it again, |
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| it's scooting, it's gliding. |
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| He comes in: that cloud in the sky |
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| is gliding, it's scooting. |
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| [for the seven middles of the rimed forest] |
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| They ready themselves for the seven middles of the rimed forest. |
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| Their grandmother [stockpiled once] |
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| [flank-meat piece, loin-meat piece] |
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| searches out from the bottom of a sack a flank-meat piece and a loin-meat piece stockpiled earlier. |
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| She passes it (to them) |
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| she says: |
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| Later on, who is going to offer what to you, you two men? |
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| The men went to the middle of the rimed forest. |
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| [the many elk pastures] |
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| On skis, they make the round of all the many elk pastures. |
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| They come to a pasture, they ski around it. |
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| They make a campfire. |
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| In the night the weather turned windy, |
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| their campfire flamed up. |
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| One of the men says: |
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| I had a dream tonight, |
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| [the mother of seven elk hinds] |
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| While I am stealing up to the mother of seven elk hinds |
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| at the break of day, |
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| an old, humped elk |
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| is walking at the edge of the frozen pasture, |
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| it seeks out the mother of the seven elk hinds, |
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| it says to her: |
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| tonight I had the following dream: |
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| [by the winged Pɔʃkər] |
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| you were being approached from behind a concealing tree by the winged Pɔʃkər, |
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| you were being crept up to behind a concealing tree, |
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| [in your right armpit] |
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| an eagle-wing fletched arrow |
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| disappeared there in your right armpit. |
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| She says: having seven elk hinds to trample snow, |
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| what should happen to me? |
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| Having seven bulls to trample snow, |
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| what should happen to me? |
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| Day breaks, they strap on their skis. |
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| They ski, they seek them out. |
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| One of them says: creep up on them! |
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| The other says: during the passing of seven winters and summers |
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| I have forgotten how. |
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| The winged Pɔʃkər creeps up on them himself. |
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| When he sees it, the mother of the seven elk hinds |
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| is sitting there. |
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| With the eagle-wing fletched arrow |
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| [in the right armpit] |
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| she is struck in the right armpit. |
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| [the snow trampling elk hinds] |
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| He shoots down all the seven snow-trampling elk hinds, taking them from the end. |
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| [along the frozen pasture] |
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| [old humped elk] |
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| They let the old humped elk run away along the frozen pasture. |
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| While they circled the edge of the frozen pasture, |
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| at daybreak, |
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| the old, humped elk somehow slipped away, |
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| they pursue it on ski. |
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| While Bloody-Handed-Lonely-Boy was skiing along |
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| the arrow feathers at his side |
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| just sough, they just whistle. |
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| One of them says: the skiing path has already settled, |
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| how shall we catch up with it? |
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| Just let me go ahead. |
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| He passed in front of him; he's skiing. |
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| He disappeared behind the next tree. |
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| He fitted his two skis into wings, |
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| and shot up. |
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| He pokes at its tracks. |
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| If you really want to run, |
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| [mentioned] [earth and sky] |
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| [spot where] [come together] |
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| meet me there at the mentioned spot where earth and sky come together. |
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| When running, the elk |
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| leaves forests behind, it leaves moors behind. |
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| Where earth and sky come together |
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| there he caught up with it, there he shot it dead. |
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| It fell over. |
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| He cut it apart. |
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| While he cut it, he prepared a kettle. |
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| He finished cutting, |
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| his kettle boiled, |
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| he ate, he skied back. |
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| He found his comrade, |
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| [pieces of cooked meat that he was carrying in his bosom] |
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| he handed him pieces of cooked meat that he was carrying in his bosom. |
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| He chews them and says: |
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| You didn't kill it very far away! |
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| Not true! |
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| [mentioned] |
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| The mentioned place where earth and sky come together, |
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| that's where I killed it. |
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| He keeps on persisting. |
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| He says: You, |
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| what are you going to look for? |
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| You'll go in winter, |
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| you'll come back in summer. |