Tuesday, 30 October 2018

We always, when dawn blooms again, come singing

We keep the religion theme for a series of posts now, since we have a whopping 7 religious songs translated to Chinese. Today we have the hymn for the morning prayers (lodi mattutine) in Lent, translated to English and Chinese back in year 1 of studying Chinese. Let's see it!


Sempre cantiam al rifiorir del giorno,
Onnipotente Dio, le Tue lodi,
Sei fonte di bontà Tu Sommo Bene,
E misericordioso nel perdono.

Con cuore aperto e colmo di fiducia
Dinanzi a Te, Signore, ci prostriamo,
Allora l’umiltà diviene luce,
La via alla verità a noi dischiude.

Nel nostro nulla solo in Te speriamo,
In Te la vita è nella sua pienezza.
La doni a noi per sempre nel Tuo Figlio
Che nel Tuo grande amore s’è immolato.

Rifioriranno in Lui tutte le cose
Nel giorno della luce e della gloria.
Verrà quel giorno, lo celebreremo,
Un canto nuovo allora canteremo.

O Trinità, nel gaudio T’adoriamo,
O luce indefettibile ed eterna.
Con il perdono dona nuova vita,
E canteremo sempre le Tue lodi.

Amen.


当黎明再群花,我们总歌唱,
阿您万能的上帝,您的赞扬;
您是善良的源泉,极大的好,
以及在原谅时多么的怜悯。

抱着颗开放,充满信任的心
我们都在您前面,主人,拜倒。
此刻卑微变得我们的灯光,
为我们打开通向真相之路。

因一无所有,只寄希望于您,
有您在,生活就会无比充实,
永远的赐予我们您的儿子,
在您伟大的爱中奉献自己。

万事万物会再次在他开花
在有光明和荣耀的那一天,
那天会来临,我们会欢庆它,
那时我们会歌唱新的歌曲。

三位一体,欢乐中把您崇拜,
噢长盛不衰的永恒的光芒,
您的宽恕带来了新的生活,
我们就永远歌颂您的赞扬。

阿门。
We always, when day blooms again, come singing
O God Omnipotent, Your praise, Almighty.
Of goodness You’re a source, greatest of all Goods,
And merciful indeed in Your forgiveness.

With hearts all full of trust and to You open
In front of You, o Lord, we come to bow down,
Humility our light then doth become, and
The way unto the truth to us discloses.

In this our naught in You alone we’re hoping,
In You our life is coming to its fullness.
You give it to us in Your son forever
For He in Your great love was sacrificèd.

In Him all things will once again be blooming
Upon the day of light and of Your glory.
That day will come and we will celebrate it,
We will a new song on that day be singing.

O Trinity, in joy we You do worship,
O Light that never fades and lasts forever.
With your forgiveness give new life unto us,
And we will sing Your praising hymns forever.

Amen.


Dāng límíng zài qúnhuā, wǒmen zǒng gēchàng,
Ā Nín wànnéng de Shàngdì, Nín de zànyáng;
Nín shì shànliáng de yuánquán, jídà de hǎo,
Yǐjí zài yuánliàng shí duōme de liánmǐn.

Bàozhe kē kāifàng, chōngmǎn xìnrèn de xīn
Wǒmen dōu zài nín qiánmiàn, Zhǔrén, bàidǎo.
Cǐkè bēiwéi biànde wǒmen de dēngguāng,
Wèi wǒmen dǎkāi tōng xiàng zhēnxiàng zhī lù.

Yīn yīwúsuǒyǒu, zhǐ jì xīwàng yú Nín,
Yǒu Nín zài, shēnghuó jiù huì wúbǐ chōngshí,
Yǒngyuǎn de cìyǔ wǒmen Nín de érzi,
Zài Nín wěidà de ài zhōng fèngxiàn zìjǐ.

Wànshì wànwù huì zàicì zài Tā kāihuā
Zài yǒu guāngmíng hé róngyào de nà yī tiān,
Nà tiān huì láilín, Wǒmen huì huānqìng tā,
Nà shí wǒmen huì gēchàng xīn de gēqǔ.

Sānwèiyītǐ, huānlè zhōng bǎ Nín chóngbài,
Ō zhǎng shèng bù shuāi de yǒnghéng de Guāngmáng,
Nín de kuānshù dàiláile xīn de shēnghuó,
Wǒmen jiù yǒngyuǎn gēsòng Nín de zànyáng.

Āmén.

Saturday, 27 October 2018

A prayer to avert stormy journeys

The religion theme continues with Sappho Edmonds 41 / Campbell 30, a very holey poem which was extensively integrated by Edmonds, whom I follow, and I completed the last complete stanza by completing the last two lines of it, which Edmonds had as just the first word of the third one. The sources for this are P.Oxy. 1231 fr. 9 and P.Oxy. 2166(a)4A. All the P.Oxy. book says about the latter is «A scrap has been prefixed to 1231 fr. 9, [l.] 5 (Σμ. ᾱ 9, 5), which is now ].ενοϲκρετηϲαι», so I'll follow the critical notation of the P.Oxy. X book except for this line. Concerning l. 16, let me quote the P.Oxy. note: «πολλ.[ seems more likely than πομπ.[, but neither is satisfactory». On this basis, LP takes the first lambda as certain, but then it seems LP reread the papyrus and produced their own notation, and perhaps Campbell and Voigt followed LP, so whatever. Too bad I have no image… I will omit the last stanza, ll. 25-28, of which only a l. 25 survives as ]´ρ̣.[, and which is therefore totally impossible to translate.


Greek

. . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . ] ἔπι[θ]ε̣ς μά[καιρα
. . . . ]ε̣ γάνος δὲ καὶ [. . .
. . . . .

. . . . τ]ύχᾳ σὺν ἔσλᾳ    .[
. . λί]μενος κρέτησαι
. . . . γ]ᾶς μελαίνας
[. . . . .

Ἐν θυέλλαισι ζαφ]έλοισι ναῦται
[ἐκφοβήθεντες μ]εγάλαις ἀήται̣[ς
ἄββαλον τὰ φόρτι]α κἀπὶ χέρσω
[πλοῖον ὄκελλαν·

μὴ μάλιστ’ ἔγωγ’] μοθεν πλέοιμ̣[ι
χειμάσαντος μη]δὲ τὰ φόρτι’ εἶκ[α
ἐς βάθηα πόντο]ν̣ ἄτιμ’, ἐπείκη,̣
[πάντα βάλοιμι·

αἰ δὲ Νήρηϊ προ]ρέοντι πόμπᾳ
[ἐννάλῳ τἄμ’ ἐξέσετ]αι δέκε̣[σθαι
φόρτι’, ὠς τάχιστα γ’ ἄραμαι ὠς] εἴ[-
ᾳ τά μ’ ἐσέλθην.

. . . . . ]ι̣ν ἔργα̣
. . . . . ] χ̣έρσω̣ [.]
. . . . . ]γ̣α
. . . . . ]


Italian

[–u–x–uu–u–x
–u] persuadesti [u–] beata
[–u–x] gioia [u–u–x
–uu–x

–u–x–u] con sorte buona
[–] d’un porto impadronirsi [–x
–u] terra nera [u–u–x
–uu–x]

Se procella colpi vi͜o]lenti sferra,
[Tema d’] venti [f]orti li na͜uti [serra:
Gettan essi ’l caric]o,͜ e verso terra
[Guidan la nave;

[Ch’i’ ’n tempesta non] debba [ma͜i] salpare
[D’a]lcun lu͜ogo, [n]é ’l carco mi͜[o gettare
Tutto nel profondo], non de’ ’mportare
’L prezzo ch’egl’have;

Se nello scor]rente corte͜o [marino
[A Nere͜o ma͜i capi]ti far b[ottino
Del mi͜o carco, prego, nel pi͜ù vicino
Tempo͜ il rimandi].

–u–x] opere [–u–x
–u–x–uu–u] terra
[–u–x–uu–u–x
–uu–x
Latin

[–u–x–uu–u–x]
Pērsŭāsīstī [uu–] Bĕ[ātă
–u–x] ga͞udĭŭm [–u–x
–uu–x

–u–x–uu] sōrtĕ bōnā
[–] pŏtīrī [–uu–x pō]rtūs
[–u] tērrǣ [–uu–u] nīgrǣ
[–uu–x

Īn prŏcēllīs fōr]tĭbŭ’ na͞ută quīvĭs
[Pērtĭmēt] vēnt[ō v]ĭŏlēnt’ ĕt ōmni͞a
[Qu’ īntŭ’ nāv’ hăbē]t, [iăcĭt], ādquĕ lītŭs
[Nāvĕm ĭ’ vērtĭt;

Īpsĕ n’] ābs ĕ’ [ū]ndĕlĭbēt pĕr āltŭ[m
Īn prŏcēllā, nē]c t’ ŏnĕr’ [ābs ĭci͞endă],
Quǣqu’ hăbēbā[m, sīnt mĭhĭ ād măr’ āltŭm]
Māgnăvĕ ha͞udvĕ;

[Nērĕō sēd sī mărĭs īn fl]ŭēntī
[Pōmp’ ĕrī]nt [mĕ’ ūmqu’ ŏnĕr’] āntĕ [lūmĕn,
Īllĕ quām cĕlērrĭm’ ădōrŏ ūt sī-
nāt m’ ĕ’ ădīrĕ.

–u–x–] ŏpĕr’ [–u–x
–u–x–uu–u] tērrǣ
[–u–x–uu–u–x
–uu–x


English

[–u–x–uu–u–]
You persuaded [–uu] Happy [–
–u–x–uu] joy [u–
–uu–

–u] with good luck [uu–u–
–u–x–u] a harbour seize
[–u–x–u] black earth [u–
–uu–

When the storm is ra]ging, the sailors [fear:
The strong] winds [and v]iolent [make them fear;
All they bear they dump, and their ship they steer]
Unto the land;

[May I ne’er] set off [a]nywhither [when
There’s a storm, n]or cargo I’ve ha[d] till then
[Throw i’ th’ deep sea,] precious, or worth a yen,
Or just some sand;

[If Nereus should ever b]ecome to se[e],
In his [flo]wing pageant [inside the sea,
Things of mine, I pray they come back to me
Fast as they can].

[–u–x] works [uu–u–
–u–x–uu–u] land
[–u–x–uu–u–
–uu–

Monday, 22 October 2018

A libation and a prayer: religious stuff from Sappho

Keeping the religion theme from last post, but going back a couple millennia, we meet two religious fragments by Sappho.
  • The first one is Edmonds 7+8, Lobel-Page 40 + inc. 13, Campbell 40 + inc. 13, and Bergk 8 + 9. I don't know why I put them together when all my editions of Sappho separate them, it's probably Greek Wikisource's fault. Truth be told, Edmonds also puts them together, albeit numbering them differently, and the same goes for Bergk – and Voigt too. Both quotes are from Apollonius Dyscolus's treatise on pronouns. The passage goes like this: «σοί· Ἀττικῶς. Ἴωνες, Αἰολεῖς ὁμοίως· σοὶ δ' ἔγω λεύκας ἐπιδωμον αἶγος Σαπφώ. Καὶ τὸ κατὰ ἀπόλυτον διὰ τοῦ 'τ'· κἀπιλείψω τοι». The intro to quote 1 reads «σοί, "to you": the Attic form. It's also used in Ionic and Aeolic: Sappho writes [quote 1]». Amending to ἀπόλυσιν, the intro to quote 2 is «And the independent form with the τ». Ahrens first amended ἐπιδωμον to ἐπὶ βῶμον, and was followed by Campbell and Bergk, while Lobel-Page keeps it as a locus desperatus and Edmonds amends it to ἐπὶ δᾶμον, which sounds out of place to me here, where Sappho is probably offering a sacrifice for a friend… though perhaps the "you" is a goddess and so it's a sacrifice "for the people", who knows. In fact, «agi de sacrificio Veneri oblato vid[it] Bergk» (Bergk saw this refers to a sacrifice to Venus), says Voigt. Quote 2 is uncontroversial in its text, but the separators (Campbell and Lobel-Page) are unsure whether it's actually Sappho, as is normally believed. It is also ambiguous in meaning: is it the future tense of ἐπιλείβω, «to libate», or of ἐπιλείπω, «to leave behind»? I think I chose the former on account of The Complete Poems of Sappho, which did have the merit of letting me realize the goat is not an absolute genitive but a possession genitive. By the way, Bergk for some reason amends αἶγος to αἴγοις, no idea why. I mean, this means λεύκας can't go with it, since the accusative would be λεύκαις, so if anything you'd have to amend that too, but still why? To have an object here? Meh… Line 2 is totally my invention, originally «τέκνον εἰσάξω…» from The Complete Poems of Sappho's guess, and then what you will see thanks to Campbell's «presumably for a sacrifice». I must admit though that Edmonds' «Πίονα καύσω» sounds much better, but what can I do, the translations don't reflect that.
  • The second one is Edmonds 9, Lobel-Page 33, Campbell 33, and Bergk 10. It's a quote from Apollonius Dyscolus's treatise on syntax, introduced by «Ἐστὶν τὰ τῆς εὐχῆς ἐπιρρήματα παραστατικά, αἴθ' ἔγω, χρυσόστεφαν' Ἀφρόδιτα, τόνδε τὸν πάλον λαχοίην», «There are the adverbs indicating prayer, [quote]». There is a lot of oscillation in the tradition regarding χρυσόστεφαν', which is either χρυσὸς αἴθ' οὔτως, γενοίμην χρυσὸς αἴθ', or the generally accepted correct version found in the "optimus liber", as Bergk calls it. The final verb sometimes appears with no final ν. For metrical reasons, we have two teams: team λαχόην, started by Bergk and joined by Edmonds, which amends the verb to be an anapest and fit where it is, and team ...λαχοίην, started by Bekker and joined by Lobel-Page and Campbell, which keeps the verb as is and suggests a lacuna right before it, filled e.g. by Bekker's ἐρατὸν. Wait. Bekker isn't reported to have suggested the filling, and I honestly have no clue who did. Moreover, Campbell and Lobel-Page didn't join the team, but left the inmetricality as is without cruces, I really have no arguments pro or contra any of them. I ended up joining team ...λαχοίην, probably for completeness of the line.
Let's see these!


Σοὶ δ' ἔγω λεύκας ἐπὶ βῶμον αἶγος
[Τέκνον ἐς μὲν ἄξ’ ἐπὶ θῦμα τωὔτω],
κἀπιλείψω τοι…


Per te di bianca capra sull’altare
[Condurrò prole, sacrificio͜ a fare,]
E liberò per te…




Αἴθ' ἔγω, χρυσοστέφαν' Ἀφρόδιτα,
τόνδε τὸν πάλον ‹γ’ ἔρατον› λαχοίην.


Afrodite d’oro incoronata,
Ch’esta ‹buona› sorte mi venga data!
Cāpr’ ăt ālbǣ [dūcăm] ăd ārăm īpsă
[Prōgĕni͞em] tĭb’, [ōffĕrăm ūt dĕ’ īpsăm],
Ēt tĭbī lībāb’…


To you of white goat on the altar I
[Offspring will lead, and sacrifice it, aye,]
And I’ll libate for you…




Sōrt’ ĕg’ hāncĕ īps’ ŭtĭnām tĕne͞am mī,
Āphrŏdītă qu’ a͞urĕ’ hăbēs cŏrōnăm!


O Aphrodite that golden crown do own,
May that ‹wonderful› fate become mine own!

Saturday, 20 October 2018

Another poem by Donne

Sticking to Donne, I give you today a religious sonnet translated into an Italian sonnet, but also into 6-line stanzas of hendecasyllabics ended by a couplet, again in Italian. The sonnet translation dates 28/4/11, the other one dates 23-24/3/11. Let's see this!


Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for You
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
Labour to admit You, but o, to no end.
Reason, Your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.

Yet dearly I love You, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth’d unto Your Enemy:
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to You, imprison me, for I,

Except You enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Tempesta ’l cuor mio, Dio, ché tu per ora
Sol bussi spiri splendi e vuoi giustare.̣
Ché in piedi stia, m’abbatti, ed abbi cura
D’ bruciar, soffiar via, romper, rinnovare

Com’urbe usurpata, d’un altro amica,
M’adopro invano per accoglier Te:
Ragion, tuo viceré, dovria fatica
Per me far; schiava, falsa o debol s’è.

Pur molto T’amo, e ser vorria riamato,
Ma fidanzato son del tu’ avversaro.
Divorziam’, rompi o sciogli il nodo odiato,
Portami ’n Tua prigion, ché, Signor caro,

Sol se tuo schiavo, libertate avrò;
Se non mi stupri, casto mai sarò.


Tempesta il cuore mio, o trino Dio
Ché Tu per or sol bussi, spiri e splendi
E cerchi riparar ciò che son io;
Ch’io possa, surto, in piedi star, mi fendi,
Abbattimi, e tua forza a me bruciare
Piega, e soffiar via, rompere, nuovo fare.

Io, com’urbe usurpata, alleata
D’un altro, m’affatico perché Te
Accolga, ma in futilità ciò guata:
Ché la ragione, in me il tuo viceré,
Dovria difendermi, ma è prigioniera,
E debil mostrasi, o non veritiera.

Pur caramente t’amo, ed amato
Volentïer sareï, ma col Tüo
Più gran nemico sono fidanzato;
Divorziami, disnodami, e anco il süo
Nodo, deh sciogli, portami con Te,
Fammi Tuo prigioniero or, ché per me

Sol se tuo schiavo, libertate avrò;
Se non mi stupri, casto mai sarò.

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Contrast: Donne’s reaction to parting

Love from separation in the last post, and today we have a different reaction to separation in John Donne's Valediction, which I met during the school's English literature classes and translated to Italian twice in two different meters. Actually, only the translation into hendecasyllabics dated 1-2/3/2011 is complete, the one into 6-line stanzas of enneasyllabics has verse 1 from 28/2/11 and verse 2 from 21/1/11. Let's see this!


As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say.
“His breath goes now,” and some say, “No”:

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
’Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laïty our love.

Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant,
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocènt.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love
(Whose soul is sens) cannote admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansïon,
Like gold to aery thinnes beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.

And though it in the center sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be for me, who must,
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just
And makes me and where I begun.
Sì come i virtuosi, miti morendo,
All’anime sussurrano: “Ora va’”,
Mentre i lor tristi amici van dicendo
“Or spira” alcuni, ed altri “No!” colà,

Così sciogliamci, senza far rumore,
Né d’ lacrime alluvion’, d’ sospir tempeste:
Il rivelare ai laici il nostro amore
Sarebbe un profanar sue gioie e feste.

Il terremoto mal porta e temere,
Di fatto e senso gl’uomin cerca fanno
Ma la trepidazione delle sfere
Benché più grande assai, non porta danno.

L’amor del rozzo amante sublunare
(La cui anima è senso) non ammette
L’assenza, poiché va ad eliminare
Ciascuna cosa ch’inizio gli dette;

Ma ognun di noi, da un sì raffinato
Amor che noi non sappiam che si sia
Dell’animo dell’altro assicurato
Men cura s’occhi, labbra e man son via.

Le nostre anime dunque, che son una
Non soffrono, benché io debba andare,
Rottura, ma espanzione li accomuna,
Com’or battuto a sottigliezza d’âre.

Se poi son due, allor sono due come
I rigidi gemelli d’un compasso:
La tua, il piede fermo, non ha nome
Di moto, ma dell’altra segue il passo.

E bench’essa nel centro stia fissata,
Eppur, se l’altra lungi se ne va,
Protendesi, e ver’ l’altra sta inclinata,
E si raddrizza quando torna a ca’.

Cotal sarai per me, ché devo or io,
Sì come l’altro piede, obliquo gire
Precisa tua fermezza il cerchio mio,
E là dove iniziai mi fa finire.


Sì come i virtüosi miti
Spengonsi, ed alle anime loro
Sussurran “Vattene ora” e giti
Intorno a lor gli amici loro
Sussurrano, assai ’ntristiti:
Alcuni “Or spira”, altri “no” in coro,

Così noi dissolviamci ora,
Senza rumore, e non muoviamo
Di lacrime alluvione, né bore
O venti di sospir facciamo:
Col dire ai laici ’l nostro Amore,
Noi nostre gioie profaniamo.

Saturday, 13 October 2018

Hu Shi, his wife, and two butterflies

I admit I can't quite find what link I thought for this post to the last one. It's probably the separation in all these breakup-themed songs that linked to the separation of Hu Shi from his wife, and then I threw in the butterflies poem because why not, same author, and solitude is mentioned in it too. In any case, today we have two poems by Hu Shi which I translated to English and French – and Italian! I'm surprised, I didn't remember that – shortly after finding them online in late 2011 (year 1 of studying Chinese) and had corrected shortly afterwards. Actually, one of them was not translated to French! Surprise! I'll spare you the wrong translations though. Honestly, I'm struggling with poem 2. Why did my corrected translation read the last line as having subject "I" when he's been talking of "those who travel the whole world" for the last few lines? And what does the 定 in line 5 mean? I reworked part of those translations, but won't go into intermediate versions to avoid cluttering this post. Let's see them!


两个黄蝴蝶      双双飞上天。
不知为什么      一个忽飞还。
剩下那一个      孤单怪可怜,
也无心上天      天上太孤单。


Two yellow butterflies      both fly up to the sky.
I do not know why,      one of them comes back.
The one left, alone      and pitiable in faith,
Wishes not to rise:      she's lonely in the sky.
Liǎng gè huáng húdié, shuāngshuāng fēi shàngtiān.
Bùzhī wèishénme      yī gè hū fēi huán.
Shèngxià nà yī gè      gūdān guài kělián,
Yě wú xīn shàng tiān      tiān shàng tài gūdān.


Deux papillons jaunes      veulent ensemble au ciel.
Je n’ sais pas pourquoi,      l’une s’en va en arrière.
L’autre, abandonnée,      seule et pitoyable,
Veut pas s’envoler:      en ciel elle est très seule.


Due farfalle gialle      insieme al ciel sen vanno.
Chissà per qual ragione,      una torna indietro.
L’altra, lasciata, sola,      è compatibil molto,

E non si vuol levare:      in ciel sarebbe sola.


病中得他书,不满八行纸。
全无要紧话,颇使我欢喜。
我不认得他,他不认得我。
我却纪念他,这是为什么?
岂不因我们,分定长相亲。
由分生情意,所以非路人。
天边一游子,生不识故里。
终有故乡情,其理亦如此。
岂不爱自由,此意无人晓。
情愿不自由,便是自由了。


Sick, I got her words,      not e’en eight full lines.
Not so serious words,      made me happy quite.
I do not know her,      she does not know me.
I rememb’r her though;      why can that e’er be?
Is it not ’cause we      long apart, feel love
Born from being apart,      so stranger she is not?
Those always far from home      live but know no home.
They love it still i’ th’ end,      thus do I her love.
Is’t not freedom to love?      This no-one answer can.
They’d rather not be free,      but are nought but free.
Bìng zhōng dé tā shū,      bù mǎn bā háng zhǐ.
Quán wú yàojǐn huà,      pō shǐ wǒ huānxǐ.
Wǒ bù rènde tā,      tā bù rènde wǒ.
Wǒ què jìniàn tā,      zhè shì wèishénme?
Qǐ bù yīn wǒmen,      fēndìng zhǎng xiāngqīn.
Yóu fēn shēng qíngyì,      suǒyǐ fēi lùrén.

Tiānbiān yī yóuzǐ,      shēng bù shí gùlǐ.
Zhōng yǒu gùxiāng qíng,      qí lǐ yì rúcǐ.
Qǐbù ài zìyóu,      cǐ yì wú rén xiǎo.
Qíngyuàn bù zìyóu,      biànshì zìyóule.
.

Men d’otto righe scrisse a me, malato;
Non gravi motti; ma mi fêr felice.
Lei non è nota a me, né io a lei.
Eppur me la ricordo; come posso?
Non è nato un amor dal nostro stare
Divisi, per cui lei non m'è straniera?
Chi tutto il mondo viaggia, non conosce
Casa. Infin patria brama, e così pensa:
«Non è amar libertà?». Nessuno sa
Risponder. Libero è, ma nol vorrebbe.

Monday, 8 October 2018

Not miss him

A breakup has taken place, but memories are hard to kill, it takes «courage». And today's Min Nan song 毋想伊 | M̄ siūnn i, "I won't miss him", features a woman who says she will «draw out courage» precisely to forget her SO. I met it near the end of year 1 of Chinese, so Aug/Sep 2012, and translated it to English soon after that. Except I didn't have my Min dictionary yet and could only rely on the characters in the captions (which probably featured non-MoE-recommended choices like 哥哥缠), so I grossly misunderstood it. Did I retranslate it since? I don't think so. I think I will now, on Aug 7 2018. Let's see it!


* 是你家己自己来离开我
毋通不要我无情放捒放弃
亲像就像你这个无情的男性
离开我毋通不可
转来回来膏膏缠胡搅蛮缠

# 因为你违背我
怎样做你去
害我一时险险想
坚强的女性
提出勇气来
啊……

永远永远





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MISTRANSLATION

* It’s you who want to leave me alone
Nonsense you say I cruel leave you
Dear just like you this cruel cruel man
Leaves me, it’s nonsense to
Go back woo my bro

# Since you now break with me
Don’t say that I make you go
Wound me once then almost want to stay
I am a strong girl, I’ll get courage to
Ah… not want him not want him
Not want him not want him
Always always not want him

*

#

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* Sī lí beh ka-kī lâi lī-khui guá
M̄-thang kóng-guá bô-tsîng pàng-sak lí
Tshin-tshiūnn lí tsit-ê bô-tsîng ê lâm-sìng
Lī-khui guá m̄-thang koh
Tńg-lâi ko-ko-tînn

# In-uī lí uî-puē guá
Bô kóng tsuánn-iūnn tsuè lí khì
Hāi guá tsi̍t-sî hiám-hiám siūnn buē khui
Kian-kiông ê lú-sìng
The̍h-tshut ióng-khì lâi
Ah… m̄ siūnn i, m̄ siūnn i,
M̄ siūnn i, m̄ siūnn i
Íng-uán, íng-uán m̄ siūnn i

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CORRECT TRANSLATION

* It’s you who want to leave me alone
Don't you say I'm cruelly leaving you
Just like the cruel cruel man you are,
You're leaving me: don't come
Back to pester me!

# Since you're betraying me
And didn’t say what make you go
This one wound I nigh on can't get over
I am a strong girl, I’ll get courage to
Ah… not miss him not miss him
Not miss him not miss him
Always always not miss him

*

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Saturday, 6 October 2018

Tu m'as jamais vraiment aimé(e)

Eh oui, il y a un trend ici :). Voilà un autre post en Français, encore sur une chanson où quelqu'un a laissé quelqu'un d'autre et l'autre est triste, et ancore traduite en Français, naturellement, mais cette fois en Romagnol aussi. La chanson, encore en Min Nan, s'appelle 原来你毋捌爱过我 | Guân-lâi lí m̄-bat ài-kuè guá, "Et donc tu ne m'as jamais aimé(e)". Je l'ai rencontrée entre le 22/6/2013 et la moitié de Juilliet de cette année-là, et je l'ai traduite en Français entre le 23 et le 24/9/2018, donc c'est une autre "dernière heure", et en effet ça pourrait être aussi un "Work in Progress", parce que la traduction Roumagnole, commencée dans la nuit entre le 23 et le 24/9/19, n'est actuellement pas ancore terminée, et je vais poser les partie que j'ai faites à son place au milieu de l'original Min Nan. Le soir du 24/9/18, j'ai découvert cette bizarre addition qui marche en Min Nan: 無 | bô | "pas" + 較 | khah | "assez" + 縒 | tsua̍h | "tordre" (twist) = 無較縒 | bô-khah-tsua̍h | "inutile". J'ai eu l'impression que le "tordre" est "pas-assez-tordre" :), et donc j'ai changé ma traduction de «Ma joie c'est toute allée / Y a rien que j'peux supporter» à la version actuelle. Et enfin le soir du 25/9/18 (jusqu'à peu après la minuit) je termine cette traduction. Bon, voyons-la donc!


你的心应声
是否有人那里
心的锁匙钥匙除了
啥人

*我了解你
亲像好像了解我
这口气疼
心吐大大声
拖磨辛苦无较不用快活
我是伫咧正在毋甘舍不得什么
滚滚的目屎眼泪
烧热疼才知影知道
原来你毋捌不曾爱过我

你的心已经搬
早就蹛伫住在这里
心的锁匙钥匙啥人
我也探听

一句缘分啦
第二句话安慰我
这口气疼
心吐大大声
自由啦颠倒快活
我是伫咧正在毋甘舍不得什么
滚滚的目屎眼泪
烧热疼才知影知道
原来你毋捌不曾爱过我





Ton coeur ne répond pas:
Est-ce qu'y a quelqu'un là?
Les clés de ton coeur, après de moi,
Qui s'rait-il qui les aura?

* Je t’ai pas compris
Comme tu n’as pas compris moi
Mon coeur hurle
Ses blessures avec grand voix!
Quel douleur! La joie sert à quoi?
Rien n'est supportable pour moi!
Après tant douleur,
À larmes bouillantes sechées,
Je saurais que tu n'm'as jamais aimée.

Ton coeur s'en est parti,
C'est beaucoup qu'il n'est ici.
Les clés du coeur, qui les aura?
Je veux ne le savoir pas.

C'était le destin,
Mais y a rien pour conforter moi
Mon coeur hurle
Ses blessures avec grand voix!
Ma liberté triste m’a faite
Y a rien que j'peux supporter
Après tant douleur,
À larmes bouillantes sechées,
Je saurais que tu n'm'as jamais aimée.

*
Lí--ê sim bô ìn-siann
Kám kóng ū lâng tī hia
Sim--ê só-sî tû-liáu hōo guá
Lí koh thê hōo siánn-lâng--ah

* Guá bô liáu-kái lí
Tshin-tshiūnn lí bô liáu-kái guá
Tsit kháu khuì thiànn
Sim thóo hōo tuā-tuā siann
Tsîng thua-buâ bô-khah khuìnn-ua̍h
Guá sī tī-leh m̄-kam siánn
Kún-kún--ê ba̍k-sái
Sio-lia̍t thiànn tsiah tsai-iánn
Guân-lâi lí m̄-bat ài-kuè guá

Lí--ê sim í-king puann
Tsá-tiō bô tuà tī tsia
Sim--ê só-sî kau hōo siánn-lâng
Guá iā bô siūnn-beh thàm-thiann

Tsi̍t kù iân-hun--lah
Bô tī-lī kù uē an-uì guá
Tsit kháu khuì thiànn
Sim thóo hōo tuā-tuā siann
Tsū-iû--lah tian-tò khuìn-ua̍h
Guá sī tī-leh m̄-kam siánn
Kún-kún--ê ba̍k-sái
Sio-lia̍t thiànn tsiah tsai-iánn
Guân-lâi lí m̄-bat ài-kuè guá

*



'E tu cör u-n arspònd piò:
A-j ë-l quécadõn alè?
Al ciêv 'd 'e tu cör fura ch' nè a mè
A chi a-li vù-t dêṙ mò?

* Me a-n-t ò capì
Còmm ch't-a-n-m é capida a mè,
'E mi mêl ad cör
A-l grid fört acsè!
Pövra mè! Stê' alégra u-n sérva:
U-n-j-è gnit ch'a supùrt ad fêṙ
Quãnd ch'avrò sughê
I ócc chéld, a putrò savéṙ
Che tè t-a-n-m é mai amêda a mè!

'E tu cör u-s è spustê
L' è zà tãt ch'u-n è piò què
Al ciêv 'd 'e tu cör a chi a-li vù-t dêṙ,
Mè a-n-'e vòi gnich savéř.

L'avéva da ẓuẓédar,
Mo u-n-j-è gnit ch'u-m cunsôla a mè.
'E mi mêl ad cör
A-l grid fört acsè!
Lèbbra a sò, migh cuntẽta:
U-n-j-è gnit ch'a supùrt ad fêṙ
Quãnd ch'avrò sughê
I ócc chéld, a putrò savéṙ
Che tè t-a-n-m é mai amêda a mè!

*

Monday, 1 October 2018

Di-moi donc, pluie

Oh la la! C"est quoi ça, un post en Français? Mais bien sûr! La chanson d'aujourd'hui je l'ai traduite seulment en Français, et donc, comme je crois de parler assez bien le Français, j'ai décidé d'écrire ce post en Français. En ces jours, le thème des chansons c'est de s'être laissés, et cette chanson n'est point une exception, même si l'on perd le haîne du dernier post qui va retourner dans le post suivant, et l'on fa de l'espace pour la nostalgie de l'aimé. La chanson c'est en Min Nan et s'appelle 雨水我问你 | Hōo-tsuí guá mn̄g lí, "Pluie, je te démande". Je l'ai rencontrée environ en Octubre 2013, et la traduction c'est un peu une "dernière heure" (et ça n'est pas bizarre comme c'est la troisième en trois semaines :) ), parce que je l'ai faite seulment le 23 et 24 Septembre 2018. Bon, voyons-la donc! Et voyons aussi la version en Mandarin, que j'ai traduite en Français le 26/3/19!


又阁再次
落雨的暗暝夜晚
雨水泼
满腹酸苦味
想起着当时
两人淋雨的滋味
如今
往事稀微寂寞

*借着一杯酒

知伤心
清醒
为感情来赌气
可比拄着遇上风台时
心疼心痛
就像雨水沷

@ 啊    雨水我问你
我的感情算啥物
无彩可惜爱你
已经爱这么
啊    雨水我问你
啥人为爱赌生死
你敢讲
我就陪你去

#阮1淋着
冷冷的雨水
无奈你
已经1身边
知你佗位哪里
是否有将阮1放袂记忘记
1只有
借雨水来想你



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1 注意 (note de dialecte):闽语的人称代词 闽语有七个
人称代替:「我 | guá」,就是「我」;
「你 | lí」,就是「你」;「伊 | i」,就是
「他、她、它」;「阮 | guán / gún」,
意思是「我们、不包括你」;「咱」,
就是「咱们」,意思是「我们、也包括你」;
「恁 | lín」,就是「你们」;「亻因 | in」,
就是「他们」。在歌曲里常常只有一个我
和一个你而没有别人,所以「阮」常常跟「我」
一样、「咱」常常跟「你我」一样。
Iū-koh sī
Lo̍h-hōo--ê àm-mî
Hōo-tsuí phuah buē sit
Muá-pak sng khóo bī
Siūnn-khí-tio̍h hit tong-sî
Nn̄g lâng lâm-hōo--ê tsu-bī
Lû-kim tshun
Óng-sū teh hi-bî

* Tsioh-tio̍h tsi̍t pue tsiú
Siūnn-beh tsuì hōo sí
Siáng tsai siong-sim
Sī lû lâi lû tshing-tshínn
Uī kám-tsîng lâi tóo-khì
Khó-pí tú-tio̍h hong-thai sî
Sim-thiànn tio̍h
Tshiūnn hōo-tsuí phuah buē lī

@ Ah    hōo-tsuí guá mn̄g lí
Guá--ê kám-tsîng sǹg siánn-mih
Bô-tshái ài lí
Í-king ài tsiah tsuē nî
Ah    hōo-tsuí guá mn̄g lí
Siánn-lâng uī ài tóo senn-sí
Lí kánn kóng
Guá tio̍h puê lí khì

Gún lâm-tio̍h
Líng-líng--ê hōo-tsuí
Bô-nāi lí
Í-king bô tiàm gún sin-pinn
M̄ tsai lí tī tó-uī
Kám ū tsiong gún pàng buē kì
Gún tsí-ū
Tsioh hōo-tsuí lâi siūnn lí

*

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C'est encore
Une nuit de pluie
Elle peut pas laver
L' douleur qui l' coeur m'emplit
Je m'souviens toi et moi
Sous la pluie cette fois
C'est passé,
Moi toute seule je suis

Je me veux
Soûler jusqu'à mourir
Ma tristesse
Ne fait que s'approfondir
Si je perds ma tête
Comme on fait dans la tempête
Mon douleur
Ne s'en va plus, comme la pluie

Ah    pluie j'démande à toi
Ce que je sens il vaut quoi!
Quel pitié
Que j't'ai aimée plusieurs années!
Ah    j'te démande, pluie,
Qui a-t-il qui pour amour donne sa vie?
Si tu l'dit,
Avec toi j'vais aller.

Me voici
Sous cette pluie glacée
Quoi peux-j'faire
Que t'es plus à mon côté?
Je n'sais où t'es allée
Ni si tu m'as oubliée,
J'peux seulement
Sous la plue te penser.





就在这
下雨的夜里
雨水冲不去
满脸的忧虑
想起那往日情
我俩雨中的甜蜜
这份情
永远在我心底

*这场雨
让我想起你
雨水月下
我就越心碎
我对你的感情
想拿狂风和暴雨
心痛就
像那雨水不停息

@ 啊    雨水我问你
为何要让我哭泣
无奈爱你
已经爱得不能离
啊    雨水我问你
爱人如今在哪里
我只有
漫漫长夜的想你

#又是个
下雨的夜里
无奈你
已不在我的怀里
不管你在哪里
是否已把我忘记
我都会
永远的怀念你



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Jiù zài zhè
Xiàyǔ de yèlǐ
Yǔshuǐ chōng bù qù
Mǎnliǎn de yōulǜ
Xiǎngqǐ nà wǎngrì qíng
Wǒ liǎng yǔzhōng de tiánmì
Zhè fèn qíng
Yǒngyuǎn zài wǒ xīn dǐ

*Zhè chǎng yǔ
Ràng wǒ xiǎngqǐ nǐ
Yǔshuǐ yuè xià
Wǒ jiù yuè xīnsuì
Wǒ duì nǐ de gǎnqíng
Xiǎng ná kuángfēng hé bàoyǔ
Xīntòng jiù
Xiàng nà yǔshuǐ bù tíngxī

@ A    yǔshuǐ wǒ wèn nǐ
Wèihé yào ràng wǒ kūqì
Wúnài ài nǐ
Yǐjīng ài de bù néng lí
A    yǔshuǐ wǒ wèn nǐ
Àirén rújīn zài nǎlǐ
Wǒ zhǐyǒu
Mànmànchángyè de xiǎng nǐ

# Yòu shì gè
Xiàyǔ de yèlǐ
Wúnài nǐ
Yǐ bù zài wǒ de huái lǐ
Bùguǎn nǐ zài nǎlǐ
Shìfǒu yǐ bǎ wǒ wàngjì
Wǒ dōu huì
Yǒngyuǎn de huáiniàn nǐ

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Bien que cette nuit
Soit pleine de pluie,
La pluie ne
Peut pas laver mon souci
Je m’souviens toi et moi
Sous la pluie cette foi
Cette douceur
Toujour mon coeur emplit

Cette pluie
À toi me fait penser
Plus qu’il pluit
Plus que mon coeur est blessé,
Ce que je sens pour toi
Est comme une tempête, ma foi,
Comme la pluie,
Mon douleur ne veut s’arrêter.

Ah    pluie, j’dois démander
Pourquoi dois-tu m’ faire pleurer
Car je t’aime si tant
Que j’te peux plus laisser?
Ah    pluie, j’dois démander
Elle est où ma bien-aimée?
En cette nuit
Profonde j’peux seul te penser

C’est encore
Une nuit de pluie
Que peux-j’ faire
Qu’t’est pas dans mes bras ici?
Où que tu sois allée,
Qu’tu m’aie ou pas oublié,
Ma pensée de toi jamais
Ne s’enfuit.