| Originaltitel | Dialekt | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Inhalt | ID | glossiert | Audio |
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| kuːsəŋ pɘwləŋ wuj anʲsux eːri | eastern mansi (EM) | prose (pro) | Bear Songs (bes) | 1570 | by Schigutt, Hannah | – |
| Textquelle | Herausgeber | Sammler |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát (1893): Vogul népköltési gyűjtemény. 3. kötet. 1 füzet. Medveénekek. Kiadja a magyar tudományos akadémia: Budapest. p. 126-132 | Munkácsi, Bernát (MU) |
| Englische Übersetzung | Deutsche Übersetzung | Russische Übersetzung | Ungarische Übersetzung |
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| "Song from the old animal of the Kūseŋ village" | – | – | – |
| by Schigutt, Hannah - Riese, Timothy |
| Zitation |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát 1893: OUDB Eastern Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1570. Ed. by Janda, Gwen Eva. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1570 (Accessed on 2024-11-23) |
| kuːsəŋ pɘwləŋ wuj anʲsux eːri (glossed version) |
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| Upper god, the sitting man |
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| my dear father! |
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| Through your seven-fold glass window |
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| when you are looking down |
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| your berry heath full of berries |
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| spreads far out, |
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| your bird cherry headland full of bird cherries |
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| spreads far out, |
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| your coned pine forest full of cones |
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| spreads far out. |
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| Your many little women covered with white scarves |
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| pick a lot, |
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| with a cone-rimmed Jur basket |
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| they pick a lot. |
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| Upper god, the sitting man |
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| my dear father! |
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| On the end of a gold chain |
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| you let me down: |
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| On the end of a silver chain |
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| you let me down: |
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| Next to my many little women covered with white scarves |
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| with a cone-rimmed Jur basket |
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| I would pick a lot." |
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| Next to your many little women covered with white scarves, you |
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| will probably not raise a godly voice, |
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| will probably not raise a devilish voice, |
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| will probably not tear them into mitten pieces |
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| will probably not tear them into cloth pieces?" |
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| Upper god, the sitting man |
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| my dear father, I will not do this to them." |
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| Now he has been let down at the end of a silver chain, |
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| he has been let down at the end of a gold chain. |
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| In the coned pine forest full of cones |
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| he walks around a lot, |
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| on the bird cherry headland full of bird cherries |
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| he goes around a lot. |
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| on the berry heath full of berries |
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| he goes around a lot. |
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| He encountered many women covered with white scarves. |
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| His many little women covered with white scarves |
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| with cone-rimmed Jur baskets |
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| pick a lot; |
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| With his picking bear-paw basket |
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| he started picking next to his little women. |
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| There he also raised a godly voice, |
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| there he also raised a devilish voice, |
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| there he also tore them into mitten pieces |
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| there he also tore them into cloth pieces... |
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| The upper god, the sitting man |
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| his dear father cursed him: |
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| In the morning after leaving and as long as you live |
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| a horse hair that is hanging on your nose shall not rise |
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| a blade of grass that is hanging on your nose shall not rise!" |
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| His coned pine forests full of cones |
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| he goes around a lot: there are no cones, |
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| His bird cherry headlands full of bird cherries |
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| he walks around there a lot: there are no bird cherries, |
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| His berry heaths full of berries |
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| although he walked on them a lot: there are no berries: |
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| The upper god, the sitting man |
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| his dear father has cursed him that way. |
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| The old mother thrush |
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| sits on a tree trunk, |
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| the old mother thrush |
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| he jumped at her. |
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| The old mother trush |
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| she began to rail against him: |
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| A horse hair that is hung on your nose shall not rise, |
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| a blade of grass that is hung on your nose shall not rise: |
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| You got what you deserved, you shat yourself!" |
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| While he was going there, he looked back: |
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| The father's black horse is now coming towards him. |
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| He then flees, |
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| wanders through much hilly land, |
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| wanders through much pitted land, |
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| he himself trudges as a slow man, |
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| he fell asleep on his one ear, |
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| he fell asleep on his one eye. |
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| When he suddenly looks back: |
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| his father's red brown horse is now coming towards him. |
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| Then, while he walked on a little |
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| his father's grey horse is now coming towards him. |
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| He tore off the grey horse's tail. |
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| The upper god, the sitting man |
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| his dear father then cursed him again: |
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| Two boys born at the same time, |
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| with bow and arrow made out of rod wood, the two shooting boys |
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| on a grass meadow full of grass |
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| they will shoot you!" |
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| When he stepped down towards the water in the middle of the swamp |
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| on the grassy Ax-meadow full of grass |
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| the two boys born at the same time, |
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| with bow and arrow made out of rod wood, the two shooting boys |
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| shot him. |
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| Screamy five screams |
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| to the upper god, the sitting man, their father |
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| they screamed to him there. |