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jælpəŋ uj eːri | eastern mansi (EM) | Afanasij (19.7.1904) | prose (pro) | Bear Songs (bes) | 1569 | by Schigutt, Hannah | – |
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Kannisto, Artturi - Liimola, Matti, Wogulische Volksdichtung IV. MSFOu, volume 114, p. 318-325 | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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"Bear song" | – | – | – |
by Schigutt, Hannah - Riese, Timothy |
Citation |
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Kannisto & Liimola: OUDB Eastern Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1569. Ed. by Janda, Gwen Eva. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1569 (Accessed on 2024-11-01) |
jælpəŋ uj eːri (glossed version) |
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I am the son born by |
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the two-bottomed sluggish woman born the upper course of the Jachva. |
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I don't know that I was sired by a father, |
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I don't know that I was born by a mother. |
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This my father, this my mother |
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were either a wood gnome or a wood spirit. |
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How am I known by the woman knowing me, by the man knowing me, |
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what do they call me? |
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I am the son of the heath, born on the heath, |
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I am the son of the forest, born in the forest. |
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On the Pöäŋter heath, on which cones have fallen |
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on the Pänre heath, on which berries have grown, |
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your man, your son trudges, |
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picking berries, gathering cones on the Pänre heath. |
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With my hind legs of the hairy eagle owl, |
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with my forelegs of the hairy eagle owl |
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I thrust myself, |
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I urged myself to the bottom of a calm tree not struck by the wind |
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The woman walking around here, the man walking around here |
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do not see me. |
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After the woman walking around here, the man walking around here, had left |
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your man, your son rose up. |
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On the Pänre heath where berries have grown, where cones have fallen. |
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your man, your son picks berries, is gathers cones. |
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When I feel like it, |
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when I lust (for it) |
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I climb, |
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I urge myself to the bottom of a calm tree not hit by the wind. |
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when I feel like it, when I lust (for it) |
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with the rocking of the bar's end, |
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with the swaying of the bar's end |
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your man, your son is swaying himself. |
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As a young crow, that sat down in the sunshine |
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I sit. |
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I think about my father's kin, |
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I think about my mother's kin; |
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I can't recall, it doesn't occur to me, |
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my father, who has sired me |
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my mother, who has created me |
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where are they. |
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I am think for a long time, |
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I muse for a long time. |
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(It is) not (possible) for me to know (it). |
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"So", he says, |
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"Let me be the son of the heath spirit, the son of the wood spirit! |
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There is no one stronger than me |
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there is no lord more powerful than me. |
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I myself am the lord, I myself am the emperor. |
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Whoever mentions me with bad words, |
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whoever becomes angry at me with bad words |
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with my own judgment, with my own power |
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I myself will judge him. |
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God, my father, has allowed me so. |
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I don't know god, my father, |
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nor do I know the black earth." |
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While he was sitting, thinking, he got hungry. |
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His heart is starving, his liver is starving. |
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So he begs, pleads to the upper god, his father. |
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The bright man, his father, let down |
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reindeer hair and elk hair. |
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He then went to eat his reindeer, to eat his elk. |
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On the Pänre-heath on which brushwood has fallen, on which sweepings have fallen, he walks around. |
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The son of his uncle born by the woman's daughter |
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is a boy who hunts in the forest. |
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on their hunting path |
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when they run into each other |
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they prepared a guest place, |
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they prepared a fighting place. |
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He forgets the guest form, |
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the other one forgets his fighting form. |
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He shoots at me with bow and arrow. |
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With my art of a smart man, a versed man |
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I prove my art. |
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He shoots his first arrow, he shoots his second arrow. |
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(When) he shoots with the second arrow, (it) gets entangled in my fur hair. |
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My colourful heart |
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decorated with pine cones the size of a cone, the size of a stone block |
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pounds higher, beats higher. |
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We smash the field of the game, |
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we stomp on the field of the elk. |
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According to my own words, |
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according to the words of my father, the upper god |
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I forget god, |
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I forget my day. |
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When he shoots with the third arrow |
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the arrow's feather flashes by. |
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(When) in that direction, with an elk step, with a reindeer ox step |
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I throw myself, |
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the damn young sparrow, the young crow |
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is hiding somewhere. |
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I throw myself against a big tree grown on a stone, |
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grown in the Urals. |
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Half of my mind, half of my reason |
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I already forget there. |
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I tear out the big tree. |
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I hit him (with it) on one spot, on another spot. |
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(While I) with my heart of a hearted man, |
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with my liver of a livered man |
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beat (him) |
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he hits and hits (me). |
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On the stem end of the tree, where the man sits down, |
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on the stem end of the tree, where the woman sits down, |
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he places me. |
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Then I say: |
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"So you will kill me now, |
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(but) as daughters bred by me breed, sons bred by me breed |
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this my daughter, this my son |
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will take revenge on you." |
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By the boy who hunts in the forest |
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I am now brought home. |
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He was prepared drink and food, he is given a meat offering, he is prayed to. |
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They danced, danced, after some time they began to fight. |
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When they started to fight, the old man slipped away, went away. |
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He went (and) went, to the Pänre heath, on which brushwood has fallen, on which sweepings have fallen, he went, |
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he lay down in a rootstock hollow. |
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The son, sired by the man, who fought with him |
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went into the forest, walks around hunting squirrels and sables. |
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After some time (his) game-hunting, elk-hunting |
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loudly (barking) dog raises its voice. |
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The man... |