| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| moɒ̯nʲsʲjærɨɣ | pelym mansi (PM) | Jeblankov, Feodor Ljepifanovich | poetry/song (poe) | Fate Songs (fas) | 1302 | glossed | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Kannisto, Artturi - Liimola, Matti (1963): 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: Suomalais-Ugrilainen Seura, 82-84. | Liimola, Matti | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "Mansi Song" | – | – | – |
| by Riese, Timothy |
| Citation |
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| Kannisto & Liimola 1963: OUDB Pelym Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1302. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1302 (Accessed on 2025-10-31) |
| moɒ̯nʲsʲjærɨɣ (glossed version) |
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| Mansi song. |
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| My head of a headed man was almost eaten by a Russian. |
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| I started thinking, I think, |
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| My dear forest lived in by elk and game |
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| remains (far from me) for a thousand days. |
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| The prince, my father, the boyar, my father |
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| bought me free one day, |
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| I didn't notice myself. |
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| My father turned to one side, |
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| his hand strewed fur goods, |
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| he turned to the other side, |
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| his hand strewed money. |
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| My little forest ridge lived in by game and elk |
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| [fletched by a master, an able man] |
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| rose like the edge of an arrow-shaft fletched by a master, an able man. |
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| My dear raven-sanctuary forest ridge lived in by game and elk |
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| sits like the mane-edge of a heavy horse, of a fat horse. |
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| My forest ridge of the Kupjim-shore lived in by elk and game sits |
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| [cast by a master woman, by an able woman] |
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| like the edge of metal jewelry cast by a master woman, by an able woman, |
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| sits like the edge of a casting mold. |
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| When I sing, when I tell of my little Ous river, |
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| [with white game, with black game] |
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| it swims with white game, with black game. |
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| When I cast my double-edged eyes |
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| on my grain-field of the forest-ridge on the lower stretch, |
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| it sways like waves in water, |
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| it sways like waves in the wind. |