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kɔntəŋ oːtər jeːri #.# tur oɒ̯sʲəm woɒ̯rəm jeːri | middle lozva mansi (LM) | Sotjinova, Tatjana Alexejevna | poetry/song (poe) | Fate Songs (fas) | 1393 | by Eichinger, Viktoria | – |
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Munkácsi, Bernát (1896): Vogul népköltési gyüjtemény. In: IV. kötet. Életképek. Elsö füzet. Vogul szövegek és fordításaik. Budapest: Magyar tudományos akadémia, 114-117. | Munkácsi, Bernát; Kálmán, Béla | Munkácsi, Bernát (MU) |
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"Song of the Konda Prince. Song of my Grandfather Tur" | – | – | – |
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Munkácsi, Bernát 1896: OUDB Middle Lozva Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1393. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1393 (Accessed on 2024-11-10) |
kɔntəŋ oːtər jeːri #.# tur oɒ̯sʲəm woɒ̯rəm jeːri (glossed version) |
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Song of the Konda Prince. |
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Song of my Grandfather Tur. |
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[in the headwaters of the Smew River] |
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I, the man, lived in the headwaters of the Smew River. |
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[a man ... his song] |
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I was born as a man ... his song, on composing some fifty songs |
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[a heart-pleasing song] |
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[on this day as long as an iron arrow] |
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[into this ten-ribbed breast] |
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Although I (tried to) press a heart-pleasing song on this day as long as an iron arrow back into this ten-ribbed breast, I didn't have the strength to press it back. |
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[to the banks of this Smew-River] |
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I went down to the banks of this Smew-River to draw water, |
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my mouth and tongue were humming. |
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A tender boy running along below |
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heard my little song, |
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when I came back up, this little song of mine, |
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[the whole seven-housed village] |
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my song had been brought somehow (to) the whole seven-housed village. |
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I sit down. |
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When I sit, |
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I have no strength to sit. |
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[to my uncle, the town prince] |
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I went to my uncle, the town prince, I entered. |
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He says, younger brother! |
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Have you fallen into great want of food, |
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or have you not fallen into great want of food? |
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On making some fifty songs, |
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I thought up a heart-pleasing song, |
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a tender boy running about down below |
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[around the whole seven-housed village] |
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somehow spread my song around the whole seven-housed village. |
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[for a man on horseback] |
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Give me your good whip for a man on horseback! |
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[for a man on horseback] |
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Even if you chase it with the good whip for a man on horseback, |
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you won't catch up with it. |
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[made by a craftsman] |
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Like a three-forked horn flat arrow made by a craftsman |
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on star-reflecting smooth ice |
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my little song [down the discharging Konda] |
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was somehow shot off down the discharging Konda. |
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[moving earth and sky quaking] |
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This my song resounds like the shaking of the swaying earth and sky. |
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[by the man with an untiring hand] |
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[on his five-stringed harp] |
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It gets thrummed on and on by the man with an untiring hand on his five-stringed harp. |
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I, the man, fell onto a heavy bed. |
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[my dear soul of yellow silk] |
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I, the man, extinguish my dear soul of yellow silk. |
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The many, many sons of my father |
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[a gap-free coffin] |
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make for me, the man, a gap-free coffin. |
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[on my mother, the black earth] |
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I am buried in my mother, the black earth. |
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After the sacred week has passed |
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they come up for the libation. |
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[gap-free one-tongued coffinlid] |
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I, the man, kick against the gap-free one-tongued coffinlid. |
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The woman with hostile thoughts |
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shrieks: |
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[to his good father left behind] |
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He's climbing back up to his good father left behind. |
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The woman with kind thoughts says: |
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[for some good relative left behind] |
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He's not climbing up for some good relative left behind, [his five-stringed harp] |
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why did you not place down his five-stringed harp? |
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[the gap-free coffin lid] |
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That is why he is kicking against the gap-free coffin lid. |
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My five-stringed harp |
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was lowered down. |
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[from the many, many sons of my father] |
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I, the man, think of it as a good present from the many, many sons of my father. |