| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| jekor mosʲsʲeisʲ wyø̯rəm jæri | north vagilsk mansi (NV) | Lochtina, Marfa Ivanovna | poetry/song (poe) | Fate Songs (fas) | 1466 | by Wolfauer, Anna | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Kannisto, Artturi - Liimola, Matti (1958): 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: Soumalais-Ugrilainen Seura, 85-88. | Liimola, Matti / Lochtjin, Ivan Gavrilov | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "A Song Written by Jegor Massejits " | – | – | – |
| by Riese, Timothy |
| Citation |
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| Kannisto & Liimola 1958: OUDB Northern Vagilsk Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1466. Ed. by Wolfauer, Anna. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1466 (Accessed on 2025-10-31) |
| jekor mosʲsʲeisʲ wyø̯rəm jæri (glossed version) |
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| A Song Written by Jegor Massejits |
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[by whom was written] |
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| By whom was this good song written? |
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| Jekor Mosʲsʲeisʲ wrote it. |
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| In the middle of the seven trees of the hoarfrosty forest, of the dark forest |
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| A man goes about. |
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| A man wanders. |
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| Did I wander for a long time, (or) did I wander for a short time, |
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| how can I know! |
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| Suddenly my dogs bark, |
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| the elk-throated dogs, the game-throated dogs |
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| They are barking. |
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| I think, |
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| they are barking at a bear. |
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| I came up close. |
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| a long-legged sacred animal |
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| an elk turns around. |
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| I took down my fire-hearted strong rifle |
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| I shot the elk: |
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| it fell amid gunpowder smoke. |
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| The elk-throated, game-throated dogs |
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| run along. |
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| Did I wander for a long time, did I wonder for a short time, |
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| how can I know! |
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| My elk-throated, game-throated dogs |
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| are barking at what? |
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| I think they are barking at an elk. |
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| I came up close: |
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| my dogs are barking at a pine tree, |
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| they are barking at a sable. |
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| I took down my fire-hearted strong rifle, |
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| My rifle fired: |
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| Like a ball of thread it twisted down |
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| from the pine. |
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| There is a foggy day in fall. |
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[the two furboots sewn by my wife] |
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| I put the two fur boots sewn by my wife on my feet, |
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| I go to the forest. |
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| A man, this man, wanders, |
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| Free amidst the seven trees of the hoarfrosty forest, |
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| a man wanders. |
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| A good man, a stalwart man! |
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| I have no mother left, I have no father left. |
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| I, the boy, was left alone. |
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| I was left alone in my father's village, |
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| My brother went to another village. |
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| (If) a Russian comes, (if) a Mansi comes, I give food. |
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| (if) I die, |
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| no one will give food, |
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| no one will give drink, |
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| All will go empty-handed. |