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luop tit pɘəl jeːri | middle lozva mansi (LM) | Pershä, Michail Grigorich | poetry/song (poe) | Fate Songs (fas) | 1454 | 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, 132-133. | Munkácsi, Bernát; Kálmán, Béla | Munkácsi, Bernát (MU) |
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"Song of the Luop River-Mouth Village" | – | – | – |
Citation |
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Munkácsi, Bernát 1896: OUDB Middle Lozva Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1454. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1454 (Accessed on 2024-11-10) |
luop tit pɘəl jeːri (glossed version) |
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Song of the Luop River-Mouth Village. |
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It's beams reflected in the water, if it was a spring day, |
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my village full with thirty houses |
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[if it was a spring day], |
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your smell of burnt carp fat |
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it smells of that for three days, |
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if it's a day in the fall |
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its smell of burnt rancid fat |
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it smells of that for three days. |
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Where the footed god lives, |
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my village of small squares |
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My beloved Luop River-mouth village, |
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where the winged god lives |
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my village of small squares |
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you are my Luop River-mouth village. |
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[cut by my father] |
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The overgrown small notches cut by my father, |
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[knobby as thick as an axe shaft] |
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when did you become knobby as thick as an axe shaft? |
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[with a hand holding a thin-bladed (axe)] |
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I set off with a hand holding a thin-bladed (axe) |
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[an entire week of the waxing moon] |
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For an entire week of the waxing moon I walk the path, |
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[to the end of the overgrown notched path] |
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I come to the end of the overgrown notched path. |
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I think, overrun by a hundred mice |
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your tree roots were torn at the knot, |
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jumped on by a hundred frogs |
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you dried out your tree branches. |
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I observe closely, |
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[by a hundred dry-horned elks] |
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your knots eaten by a hundred dry-horned elks [your branched treebranches] |
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you dried out your treebranches. |
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[your roots of the rooted tree the hundred elk] |
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The hundred elk, they tore off your roots of the rooted tree. |