| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| jælpəŋ uj eːri | eastern mansi (EM) | Afanasij (19.7.1904) | prose (pro) | Bear Songs (bes) | 1569 | by Schigutt, Hannah | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Kannisto, Artturi - Liimola, Matti, Wogulische Volksdichtung IV. MSFOu, volume 114, p. 318-325 | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "Bear song" | – | – | – |
| by Schigutt, Hannah - Riese, Timothy |
| Citation |
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| Kannisto & Liimola: OUDB Eastern Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1569. Ed. by Janda, Gwen Eva. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1569 (Accessed on 2025-11-04) |
| jælpəŋ uj eːri (glossed version) |
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| I am the son born by |
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| the two-bottomed sluggish woman born the upper course of the Jachva. |
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| I don't know that I was sired by a father, |
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| I don't know that I was born by a mother. |
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| This my father, this my mother |
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| were either a wood gnome or a wood spirit. |
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| How am I known by the woman knowing me, by the man knowing me, |
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| what do they call me? |
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| I am the son of the heath, born on the heath, |
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| I am the son of the forest, born in the forest. |
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| On the Pöäŋter heath, on which cones have fallen |
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| on the Pänre heath, on which berries have grown, |
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| your man, your son trudges, |
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| picking berries, gathering cones on the Pänre heath. |
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| With my hind legs of the hairy eagle owl, |
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| with my forelegs of the hairy eagle owl |
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| I thrust myself, |
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| I urged myself to the bottom of a calm tree not struck by the wind |
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| The woman walking around here, the man walking around here |
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| do not see me. |
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| After the woman walking around here, the man walking around here, had left |
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| your man, your son rose up. |
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| On the Pänre heath where berries have grown, where cones have fallen. |
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| your man, your son picks berries, is gathers cones. |
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| When I feel like it, |
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| when I lust (for it) |
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| I climb, |
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| I urge myself to the bottom of a calm tree not hit by the wind. |
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| when I feel like it, when I lust (for it) |
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| with the rocking of the bar's end, |
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| with the swaying of the bar's end |
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| your man, your son is swaying himself. |
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| As a young crow, that sat down in the sunshine |
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| I sit. |
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| I think about my father's kin, |
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| I think about my mother's kin; |
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| I can't recall, it doesn't occur to me, |
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| my father, who has sired me |
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| my mother, who has created me |
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| where are they. |
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| I am think for a long time, |
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| I muse for a long time. |
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| (It is) not (possible) for me to know (it). |
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| "So", he says, |
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| "Let me be the son of the heath spirit, the son of the wood spirit! |
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| There is no one stronger than me |
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| there is no lord more powerful than me. |
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| I myself am the lord, I myself am the emperor. |
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| Whoever mentions me with bad words, |
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| whoever becomes angry at me with bad words |
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| with my own judgment, with my own power |
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| I myself will judge him. |
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| God, my father, has allowed me so. |
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| I don't know god, my father, |
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| nor do I know the black earth." |
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| While he was sitting, thinking, he got hungry. |
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| His heart is starving, his liver is starving. |
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| So he begs, pleads to the upper god, his father. |
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| The bright man, his father, let down |
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| reindeer hair and elk hair. |
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| He then went to eat his reindeer, to eat his elk. |
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| On the Pänre-heath on which brushwood has fallen, on which sweepings have fallen, he walks around. |
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| The son of his uncle born by the woman's daughter |
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| is a boy who hunts in the forest. |
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| on their hunting path |
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| when they run into each other |
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| they prepared a guest place, |
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| they prepared a fighting place. |
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| He forgets the guest form, |
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| the other one forgets his fighting form. |
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| He shoots at me with bow and arrow. |
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| With my art of a smart man, a versed man |
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| I prove my art. |
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| He shoots his first arrow, he shoots his second arrow. |
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| (When) he shoots with the second arrow, (it) gets entangled in my fur hair. |
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| My colourful heart |
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| decorated with pine cones the size of a cone, the size of a stone block |
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| pounds higher, beats higher. |
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| We smash the field of the game, |
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| we stomp on the field of the elk. |
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| According to my own words, |
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| according to the words of my father, the upper god |
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| I forget god, |
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| I forget my day. |
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| When he shoots with the third arrow |
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| the arrow's feather flashes by. |
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| (When) in that direction, with an elk step, with a reindeer ox step |
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| I throw myself, |
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| the damn young sparrow, the young crow |
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| is hiding somewhere. |
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| I throw myself against a big tree grown on a stone, |
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| grown in the Urals. |
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| Half of my mind, half of my reason |
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| I already forget there. |
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| I tear out the big tree. |
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| I hit him (with it) on one spot, on another spot. |
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| (While I) with my heart of a hearted man, |
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| with my liver of a livered man |
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| beat (him) |
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| he hits and hits (me). |
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| On the stem end of the tree, where the man sits down, |
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| on the stem end of the tree, where the woman sits down, |
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| he places me. |
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| Then I say: |
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| "So you will kill me now, |
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| (but) as daughters bred by me breed, sons bred by me breed |
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| this my daughter, this my son |
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| will take revenge on you." |
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| By the boy who hunts in the forest |
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| I am now brought home. |
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| He was prepared drink and food, he is given a meat offering, he is prayed to. |
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| They danced, danced, after some time they began to fight. |
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| When they started to fight, the old man slipped away, went away. |
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| He went (and) went, to the Pänre heath, on which brushwood has fallen, on which sweepings have fallen, he went, |
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| he lay down in a rootstock hollow. |
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| The son, sired by the man, who fought with him |
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| went into the forest, walks around hunting squirrels and sables. |
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| After some time (his) game-hunting, elk-hunting |
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| loudly (barking) dog raises its voice. |
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| The man... |