| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| wujtowlʲeæ̯p kit rɘːkəŋ ojkə | pelym mansi (PM) | Jeblankov, Feodor Ljepifanovich | poetry/song (poe) | Bear Songs (bes) | 1339 | glossed | – |
| 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. IV. Band. Bärenlieder. In: Mémoires de la Société Finno-Ougrienne, 114. Helsinki: Suomalais-Ugrilainen Seura, 279-292. | Liimola, Matti | Kannisto & Liimola (KL) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "Two men with game-hide collars" | – | – | – |
| by Riese, Timothy |
| Citation |
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| Kannisto & Liimola 1958: OUDB Pelym Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1339. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1339 (Accessed on 2024-11-29) |
| wujtowlʲeæ̯p kit rɘːkəŋ ojkə (glossed version) |
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| Two men with game-hide collars |
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| two men with elk-hide collars, |
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| What kind of counsel are you holding? |
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| We are taking counsel on our earlier valor in hunting game |
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| We are taking counsel on our earlier valor in hunting elk. |
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| [forest otter born in the woods] |
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| [water otter rising from the water] |
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| How shall one kill the forest otter born in the woods or the water otter rising from the water with counsel? |
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| I throw a fire-burned fiery piece of wood into the air, |
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| by the time it falls to the ground |
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| I hit it three times with an arrow. |
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| [fire-burned fiery piece of wood] |
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| And is it speedier than a fire-burned fiery piece of wood? |
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| In the billowing fall now coming |
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| in the frosty fall now coming |
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| I will reach the number thousand of animals I've killed. |
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| What sort of clawless thing have you found? |
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| What sort of fangless thing have you found? |
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| By my grandfather, the heavenly god |
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| I was determined to be a clawed one, |
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| I was determined to be a fanged one. |
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| [my game-biting, doom-bringing heart] |
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| [my elk-biting doom-bringing heart] |
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| [It feels as if a larch-wood pole were piercing] |
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| It feels as if a larch-wood pole, a fir-wood pole were piercing my game-biting, doom-bringing heart, my elk-biting doom-bringing heart. |
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| I know Kois's sable-hunting path |
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| [I know] |
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| I know Kois's squirrel-hunting path |
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| [I know]. |
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| I sat down on Kois's squirrely squirrel-hunting path, |
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| I sat down on his sable-hunting path. |
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| A snowflake fell |
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| I sensed, it was winter, |
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| A raindrop fell |
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| I sensed it was summer. |
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| I sat for a short time or I sat for a long time, |
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| Suddenly Kois's two rod-tailed ones appeared. |
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| I repressed my big game-smell, |
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| I repressed my big elk-smell. |
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| There is no hollow in the roots of a fallen tree the two did not sniff at, |
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| There is no earth-mound pit the two did not sniff at. |
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| When I looked after a bit, Kois appeared. |
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| There is no hollow in the roots of a fallen tree he does not look at, |
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| There is no earth-mound pit he does not look at. |
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| He truly seems to be a killer of game, |
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| He truly seems to be a killer of elk. |
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| [by the uppermost tree branches] |
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| His head is washed by the uppermost tree branches, |
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| [by the middle tree branches] |
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| His head is combed by the middle tree branches, |
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| [by the lowest tree branches] |
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| His head is braided by the lowest tree branches. |
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| [his seven weapons] |
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| I forgot to count his seven weapons. |
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| [with the big jump of an animal] |
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| I sprang past him with the big jump of an animal, |
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| [with the big jump of an elk] |
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| I sprang past him with the big jump of an elk. |
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| I sat down in the direction facing Kois. |
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| I sat about for a short or a long time, |
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| the two rod-tailed ones as big as a she-lynx appeared, |
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| the two rod-tailed ones as big as a male lynx appeared. |
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| I repressed my big game-smell, |
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| I repressed my big elk-smell. |
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| There is no hollow in the roots of a fallen tree the two did not sniff at, |
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| There is no earth-mound pit the two did not sniff at. |
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| After a time Kois appeared. |
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| His head is washed by the uppermost tree branches. |
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| His head is combed by the middle tree branches, |
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| His head is braided by the lowest tree branches. |
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| There is no hollow in the roots of a fallen tree he does not look at, |
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| there is no earth mound pit he does not look at. |
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| He truly is an elk-killer, |
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| he truly is a game-killer. |
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| By the time I counted his seven weapons |
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| I had remained three trees behind. |
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| I sprang past him with the big jump of an animal |
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| I sprang past him with the big jump of an elk. |
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| I unloosed my big game-smell |
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| I unloosed my big elk-smell. |
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| I tremble like a precious dog which has eaten frozen fish |
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| [I tremble]. |
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| The two rod-tailed ones as big as a she-lynx appeared |
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| the two rod-tailed ones as big as a male lynx appeared. |
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| They started to bark with the big voice of game |
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| they started to bark with the big voice of elk. |
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| Kois cried out: Damn it to hell! |
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| In your previous lives |
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| you found nothing to fear, |
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| what have you now found to fear so much? |
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| When Kois appeared |
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| his seven weapons had already struck |
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| but I didn't even notice. |
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| [my empty cheek-bottom] |
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| Only my empty cheek-bottom was cut. |
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| When Kois steps up, he says, |
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| In the lifetime of an aged man, in the lifetime of an old man |
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| the big game-claws of my uncle have not come together, |
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| the big elk-claws have not come together. |
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| Now they have struck. |
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| He took out his big hip-axe, |
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| When he struck with it |
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| [my empty cheek-bottom] |
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| only my empty cheek-bottom was cut. |
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| He took out his big knife that he carried at his hip. |
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| When he thrust at me |
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| [my empty cheek-bottom] |
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| only my empty cheek-bottom was cut. |
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| When Kois cries out, he says, |
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| When the sun arose we started to struggle |
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| which of us will sink to the ground at the setting of the sun? |
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| If the ground is even |
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| we will now make it notched and pitted, |
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| if there was thick forest |
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| we'll clear it, |
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| if there is a forest full of scrub |
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| we'll clear it from scrub, |
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| if the forest is without scrub |
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| we'll fill it with scrub. |
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| [my grandfather, the heavenly god] |
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| When my grandfather, the heavenly god, determined that I be lowered |
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| he determined that I be strong, he determined that I be powerful. |
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| [Kois] [his thousand-game number] |
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| Will Kois complete his thousand-game number with me? |
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| We peel the bark of dry trees |
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| We peel the bark of fresh trees. |
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| When I listen to myself |
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| I can feel that my hind quarters have become heavy. |
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| [to my grandfather, the heavenly god] |
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| When I raise my two-edged little eyes to my grandfather, the heavenly god, |
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| my two-edged little eyes flowed with tears, |
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| My grandfather, the heavenly god [a thirty-fingered man of fingers] |
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| determined me to be a thirty-fingered man of fingers, |
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| he determined me to be a twenty-fingered man of fingers. |
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| Will Kois [with me] |
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| complete his thousand game-number with me? |
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| My grandfather, the heavenly god, can be heard crying down, |
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| I determined you |
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| to be a seven-thoughted man of thoughts, |
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| I determined you |
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| to be a six-thoughted man of thoughts. |
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| Why do your thoughts not turn thus? |
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| [to his big knapsack worn on his back] |
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| Lead him there to his big knapsack he wears on his back. |
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| [in the shoulder straps of the big knapsack he wears on his back] |
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| Entangle his legs there in the shoulder straps of the big knapsack he wears on his back. |
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| Then you can strike Kois down. |
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| I entangled his legs there, |
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| I struck him down. |
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| I ripped off one of his hipbones |
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| When I threw it into the air (I asked), does Kois have anyone to avenge him or anything? |
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| Kois's hipbone |
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| [like a red-bottomed woodpecker] |
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| went up and come down like a red-bottomed woodpecker |
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| and says, |
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| Kois has two sons to seek revenge, |
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| You won't escape from above, you won't escape from below. |
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| Where should I go? |
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| I sat down on the same place. |
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| I sit for a short time, or I sit for a long time. |
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| Suddenly I look: |
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| Kois's two rod-tailed ones as big as a she-lynx |
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| come running. |
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| They ran about. |
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| With a big game-voice, with a big elk-voice |
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| they started to bark. |
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| Suddenly Kois's two sons appeared. |
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| The younger one says: |
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| The bear with eyes and mouth that ate our father |
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| is to be seen there. |
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| When I look, the younger one resembles his father. |
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| His head is washed by the uppermost tree branches, |
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| his head is combed by the middle tree branches, |
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| his head is braided by the lowest tree branches. |
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| The younger one says: |
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| The bear with eyes that ate our father, |
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| the bear with a mouth that ate our father, |
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| shoot him in the spot where its heart is, brother! |
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| [by an eagle wing feathered arrow] |
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| When I was shot by an eagle wing feathered arrow, |
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| [my empty cheek-bottom] |
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| only my empty cheek-bottom was cut. |
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| Dammit, brother! |
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| How could you miss him? |
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| When I let loose my eagle-winged feathered arrow at him |
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| [I let loose], |
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| he will not escape from below, he will not escape from above. |
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| When I am then shot at by the eagle-winged feathered arrow, |
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| I lose consciousness. |
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| Kois's younger son says, |
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| [seven sleds of fresh wood] |
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| [seven sleds of dry wood] |
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| Chop seven sleds of fresh wood, seven sleds of dry wood, brother! |
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| [him in a seven-tongued] |
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| I'll put him in a seven-tongued fiery fire, |
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| I won't let a single spark go up. |
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| His elder brother says: |
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| There are still many forest otters arising from the forest |
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| [There are still many] |
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| There are still many water otters arising from the water |
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| [There are still many]. |
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| (If) we put him in a seven-tongued fiery fire, |
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| how will we escape? |
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| For the ridicule of young girls |
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| for the laughter of young boys |
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| let us take him home. |
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| If this is your thought, |
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| grasp him yourself, |
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| get your own hands dirty. |
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| I won't carry him. |
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| If I were alone |
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| I would roast him in a fire with no sparks. |