| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| kɔntəŋ oːtər jeːri #.# tur oɒ̯sʲəm woɒ̯rəm jeːri | middle lozva mansi (LM) | Sotjinova, Tatjana Alexejevna | poetry/song (poe) | Fate Songs (fas) | 1393 | by Eichinger, Viktoria | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát (1896): Vogul népköltési gyüjtemény. In: IV. kötet. Életképek. Elsö füzet. Vogul szövegek és fordításaik. Budapest: Magyar tudományos akadémia, 114-117. | Munkácsi, Bernát; Kálmán, Béla | Munkácsi, Bernát (MU) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "Song of the Konda Prince. Song of my Grandfather Tur" | – | – | – |
| Citation |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát 1896: OUDB Middle Lozva Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1393. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1393 (Accessed on 2025-10-31) |
| kɔntəŋ oːtər jeːri #.# tur oɒ̯sʲəm woɒ̯rəm jeːri (glossed version) |
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| Song of the Konda Prince. |
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| Song of my Grandfather Tur. |
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| [in the headwaters of the Smew River] |
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| I, the man, lived in the headwaters of the Smew River. |
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| [a man ... his song] |
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| I was born as a man ... his song, on composing some fifty songs |
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| [a heart-pleasing song] |
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| [on this day as long as an iron arrow] |
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| [into this ten-ribbed breast] |
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| Although I (tried to) press a heart-pleasing song on this day as long as an iron arrow back into this ten-ribbed breast, I didn't have the strength to press it back. |
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| [to the banks of this Smew-River] |
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| I went down to the banks of this Smew-River to draw water, |
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| my mouth and tongue were humming. |
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| A tender boy running along below |
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| heard my little song, |
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| when I came back up, this little song of mine, |
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| [the whole seven-housed village] |
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| my song had been brought somehow (to) the whole seven-housed village. |
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| I sit down. |
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| When I sit, |
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| I have no strength to sit. |
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| [to my uncle, the town prince] |
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| I went to my uncle, the town prince, I entered. |
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| He says, younger brother! |
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| Have you fallen into great want of food, |
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| or have you not fallen into great want of food? |
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| On making some fifty songs, |
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| I thought up a heart-pleasing song, |
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| a tender boy running about down below |
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| [around the whole seven-housed village] |
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| somehow spread my song around the whole seven-housed village. |
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| [for a man on horseback] |
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| Give me your good whip for a man on horseback! |
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| [for a man on horseback] |
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| Even if you chase it with the good whip for a man on horseback, |
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| you won't catch up with it. |
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| [made by a craftsman] |
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| Like a three-forked horn flat arrow made by a craftsman |
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| on star-reflecting smooth ice |
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| my little song [down the discharging Konda] |
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| was somehow shot off down the discharging Konda. |
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| [moving earth and sky quaking] |
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| This my song resounds like the shaking of the swaying earth and sky. |
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| [by the man with an untiring hand] |
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| [on his five-stringed harp] |
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| It gets thrummed on and on by the man with an untiring hand on his five-stringed harp. |
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| I, the man, fell onto a heavy bed. |
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| [my dear soul of yellow silk] |
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| I, the man, extinguish my dear soul of yellow silk. |
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| The many, many sons of my father |
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| [a gap-free coffin] |
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| make for me, the man, a gap-free coffin. |
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| [on my mother, the black earth] |
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| I am buried in my mother, the black earth. |
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| After the sacred week has passed |
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| they come up for the libation. |
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| [gap-free one-tongued coffinlid] |
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| I, the man, kick against the gap-free one-tongued coffinlid. |
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| The woman with hostile thoughts |
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| shrieks: |
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| [to his good father left behind] |
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| He's climbing back up to his good father left behind. |
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| The woman with kind thoughts says: |
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| [for some good relative left behind] |
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| He's not climbing up for some good relative left behind, [his five-stringed harp] |
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| why did you not place down his five-stringed harp? |
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| [the gap-free coffin lid] |
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| That is why he is kicking against the gap-free coffin lid. |
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| My five-stringed harp |
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| was lowered down. |
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| [from the many, many sons of my father] |
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| I, the man, think of it as a good present from the many, many sons of my father. |