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jekor mosʲsʲeisʲ wyø̯rəm jæri | north vagilsk mansi (NV) | Lochtina, Marfa Ivanovna | poetry/song (poe) | Fate Songs (fas) | 1466 | by Wolfauer, Anna | – |
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Kannisto, Artturi - Liimola, Matti (1958): Wogulische Volksdichtung gesammelt und übersetzt von Artturi Kannisto, bearbeitet und herausgegeben von Matti Liimola. VI Band. Schicksalslieder, Klagelieder, Kinderreime, Rätsel, Verschiedenes. in Mémoires de la Société Finno-Ougrienne, 134. Helsinki: Soumalais-Ugrilainen Seura, 85-88. | Liimola, Matti / Lochtjin, Ivan Gavrilov | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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"A Song Written by Jegor Massejits " | – | – | – |
by Riese, Timothy |
Citation |
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Kannisto & Liimola 1958: OUDB Northern Vagilsk Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1466. Ed. by Wolfauer, Anna. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1466 (Accessed on 2024-11-11) |
jekor mosʲsʲeisʲ wyø̯rəm jæri (glossed version) |
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A Song Written by Jegor Massejits |
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[by whom was written] |
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By whom was this good song written? |
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Jekor Mosʲsʲeisʲ wrote it. |
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In the middle of the seven trees of the hoarfrosty forest, of the dark forest |
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A man goes about. |
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A man wanders. |
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Did I wander for a long time, (or) did I wander for a short time, |
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how can I know! |
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Suddenly my dogs bark, |
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the elk-throated dogs, the game-throated dogs |
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They are barking. |
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I think, |
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they are barking at a bear. |
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I came up close. |
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a long-legged sacred animal |
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an elk turns around. |
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I took down my fire-hearted strong rifle |
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I shot the elk: |
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it fell amid gunpowder smoke. |
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The elk-throated, game-throated dogs |
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run along. |
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Did I wander for a long time, did I wonder for a short time, |
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how can I know! |
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My elk-throated, game-throated dogs |
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are barking at what? |
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I think they are barking at an elk. |
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I came up close: |
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my dogs are barking at a pine tree, |
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they are barking at a sable. |
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I took down my fire-hearted strong rifle, |
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My rifle fired: |
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Like a ball of thread it twisted down |
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from the pine. |
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There is a foggy day in fall. |
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[the two furboots sewn by my wife] |
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I put the two fur boots sewn by my wife on my feet, |
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I go to the forest. |
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A man, this man, wanders, |
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Free amidst the seven trees of the hoarfrosty forest, |
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a man wanders. |
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A good man, a stalwart man! |
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I have no mother left, I have no father left. |
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I, the boy, was left alone. |
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I was left alone in my father's village, |
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My brother went to another village. |
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(If) a Russian comes, (if) a Mansi comes, I give food. |
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(if) I die, |
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no one will give food, |
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no one will give drink, |
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All will go empty-handed. |