Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Thine Way and Sex hath no Might



Thine Way

Wherefor forberghst thou thee?
Wherefor letst thou me read?
Wherefor worriest thou me?
Wherefor can I not breathe?

When I thee not finden can
Then might I no more see,
When I thee not feelen can
Then will I in thee forgo.

Thine way so wide,
No one who thee befrees,
Art thou ready?
No light too white,
No hell too hot,
That is the price!

Wherefor forwerst thou me?
Wherefor letst thou me wait?
Wherefor forlese I myself?
Wherefor should I fall under?

Sex hath no Might

Deep in thine veins,
Under thine hide,
Have I through the genes
Into naught a’showed…

Thou hast mine heart in the hand, it burns!
I wot I can myself free!
Thou hast mine heart in the hand, it burns!
Hearst thou me deep in thee scream?

Sex hath no might!
Sex hath no might!
Thou bleedest not enough for me…
Kiss me yet a last time!

Sex hath no might!
Sex hath no might!
Thou lithest not enough for me…
Trick me yet a last time!

Oversetting’s Notes

The songtexts given above are translated from the original German texts of the German band Oomph!, a NDH group from Wolfsburg, the same city as the lyricker Fallersleben. These two were chosen for their relative simplicity and content which was easily translatable into an English with vocabulary based on cognates. Meter and the use of cognates was maintained when possible.

Several words appear in the texts which have unusual or archaic meanings as are used in the songs. The following words listed in italic are given explanations:

forberghst is taken from a hypothetical conjunction of the prefix for with the obsolete word bergh, which being cognate with the German word “bergen” means “to give shelter, protect, preserve, deliver, or save”. The prefix for supplies the same connotation that the German “ver” gives in “verbergen”, bringing forbergh to mean “hide”.

read in this context derives its meaning from the older and more abstract usage of the verb “to read”, which falls more under the sense of “read between the lines”. It is cognate with the word “raten”, meaning “to guess”.

worriest is written in its seldom-used sense of thrashing something about by the neck, which often equates to strangling.

forwerst is a theoretical construction using the prefix for and the word “wer” had it been preserved in English as a verb or noun meaning “to confuse” or “disarray”. “Wer” would have the same root as “worse” and “war”.

forlese is an obsolete English word meaning “to lose entirely” or “to bereave”. It is the direct cognate of “verlieren”.

wot is the first-person singular conjugation for the archaic English verb “to wit”, meaning “to be aware of”, which lends a more specific meaning than a verb like “to know” and which is a direct cognate with the word “wissen”.

lithest is used in the sense of “to go, travel, be bereft of”, a meaning which was lost during the process of obsoletion. It is a direct cognate of “leiden” and means simply “to go” in its current obsolete usage.

All rights to the original lyrics of these songs go to the band Oomph! and I claim no ownership over them. This article only serves as an exercise in practicing translations into English using Anglo-Saxon roots.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Deep-pression


New Moon

I showed them a piece of the universe,
I showed them a piece of a scar,
Where the colours were the most meadowlike,
All stories start somewhere, usually ending nowhere,
Don’t believe! Act!! (Even if it’s poor acting,)
Leave the footprints,
Leave them on a new moon.


Glacial Sun

Cold blue suns hide
Beyond burning horizons,
My eyes stare at the wastelands,
And I listen to skeletal wings
Of hungry birds, fluttering in grey clouds
Above the cold rocks,
Frozen rivers of insanity floating
Down the spine of this fucked-up reality,
We welcome the skies
While embracing dead corpses,
In the mud
Cold blue lies…

On the coldest top I am perched,
It is the highest one!
A great falling-downwards has started,
Magnificent sunsets cry in my chest,
I open my veins on the hill
Under the glacial sun and frozen vultures…


Snow on a Bone

Flickering with silver lights,
Making sound (in my mind),
Snowflakes, invaders from the sky,
Our uniforms are wet
And it’s going to get cold,

Lightning is on the horizon,
Trees fall down with noise,
We crawl in frozen mud
Covered with the first wintry snows,

Wounds are pink, without pain when
The whole body is embraced by cold,
When no more is the soul
And the mind is just a greedy, scared organ
Making a mess of its muscles,

We sleep in the trenches,
Starlit skies…
Above, and lastly,
The last thing I saw,
I can’t swear,
But it was snow on a bone.


Dead to the Bone

She is in the air
Smelling through moisture
And the last evening’s thoughts
Left in the area
Where no wind blows,
Dead-water brings no life
Drowned in colourless oceans,
Sorrows breed,
Shadows rise,
Motionless limbs,
Pale, almost grey
On death-cold ice.

Based on the lyrics by "RH-"