Showing posts with label Translation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Translation. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

From the Archive: The Hobbit’s Dwarves – The folk of Durin


Bilbo’s fellow adventurers in The Hobbit are Dwarves and the Wizard Gandalf. While most people who have read up on the inspiration of The Hobbit probably know that these names are taken from the Eddas, it is still interesting to look at the poem from which most of the names are taken and who Durin was in the Norse mythology.
The Eddas
Depiction of Andvari, a dwarf, by F. Von Stassen, 1914
The two Eddas are the texts in which most of the Norse mythology is written down. The first poem in the Elder Edda is the Völuspá, and tells of the creation of the cosmos, the gods and the happenings at Ragnarok; the doom of the gods.  Part of this poem tells of the dwarfs and lists them by name. The Codex Regius (the manuscript containing the Elder Edda) describes the creation of the lord of the dwarfs out of the blood of Brimir and out of the limbs of Bláin (Lindow2008:99). In the Gylfaginning in the Younger Edda, the dwarfs are said to have been created out of the maggots in the corpse of the giant Ymir. One of the stanzas in the Dvergartál; The Naming of the Dwarfs reads as follows:

Then Motsognir became the greatest of
all the dwarfs, and Durin another;
Many manlike figures they made,
dwarfs from the earth, as Durin recounted.
(Larrington2008:5)

In Tolkien’s work, dwarves are referred to as the “Durin’s Folk”, obviously a reference to the Durin named in the Norse myths, and in The HobbitThorinOakenshield (the leader of the dwarven company in The Hobbit) says: “Durin, Durin!... He was the father of the fathers of the eldest race of Dwarves, the Longbeards, and my first ancestor: I am his heir.” (Tolkien 2010:50)

Tolkien also gave names from the Dvergartál to his band of dwarves. The complete list of names are, however, many more than those in The Hobbit. The name “Gandalf” is also one of the names of the dwarfs in the poem. A few of the names contain “alf” (elf), showing how blurred the line between the dwarfs and elves is in the mythology.ThorinOakenshield’s name is actually made up of two of the dwarfs named in the poem. The dwarfs are here referred to as the “dwarfs in Dvalin’s lineage”, but then called “the people of Lofar”. Here are the names in full**:

The Naming of the Dwarfs and Dwarves
In Larrington’s translation the names of the dwarfs are translated as follows (note that the meaning of all the names are not clear):
New-moon and Dark-of-moon, North and South
East and West, Master-thief, Delayer,
Bivor, Bavor, Bombur, and Nori,
An andAnar, Great-grandfather and Mead-wolf.

Liquor and Staff-elf, Wind-elf and Thrain,
Known and Thorin, Thror, Colour and Wise,
Corpse and New-advice: now I have rightly
- Regin and Counsel-sharp – reckoned up the dwarfs.
Fili and Kili, Foundling and Nali,
Haft anfVili, Hanar and Svíur,
Frar and Hornborer, Fræg and Sea-pool,
Loamfield, Iari, Oakenshield.
Time it is to tally up the dwarfs in Dvalin’s lineage,
the people of Lofar,
those who sought out from the stony halls
the dwelling of Loamfield on Iorovellir.
There were Draupnir and Dolgthrasir,
Greyhair, Mound-river, Lee-plain, Glow,
Elf and Yngvi, Oakenshield.
Fialar and Frosty, Finn and Betrayer;
they’ll be remembered while mankind endures,
the long tally of ancestors of Lofar.
(Larrington 2008:5-6) 

Another translation of these stanzas can be found in John Rateliff’sThe History of The Hobbit: Part Two Return to Bag-End(2008). The Old Norse text he uses is that byFinnurJónsson (1905), while the English text is the translation by Ursula Dronke’s  which is also a wonderful, albeit highly annotated work and not meant for light reading.†I’m only giving the English text here, with the dwarves in The Hobbit’s names given after their translation:
There did Mootsucker
become most esteemed
of all dwarfs,
andDoorward next.
They fashioned many
figurines,
these dwarfs, out of earth,
asDoorward told:

‘New Moon and No Moon,
North and South,
East and West,
All-thief, Dawdler (Dwalin),
Trembler (Bifur), Trumbler (Bofur),
Tubby (Bombur), Shipper (Nori),
Friend and Fighter,
One of the banners from the new movie versionof The Hobbit
Old Father (Oin), Mead Wolf,

Potion and Sprite Elf (Gandalf),
Wind Elf, Yearner,
Docile and Darer (Thorin),
Thrive, Clever and Colour,
Corpse and New Counsellor –
now  I have the dwarfs
 - Power and Plan-wise –
Correctly counted.

Trunky (Fili), Creeky (Kili),
Found, Needly,
Handle, Drugde,
Craftsman, Dwindler,
Brilliant, Horn Borer,
Famous and Lagooner,
Loam Lea, Earthy,
Oakenshield.

It is time to trace the dwarfs
in Dawdler’s troop,
for men’s progeny,
back to Praiser –
those dwarfs who sought,
from Mansion’s Stone,
the homes of Loam Leas
at Earth Plains.

There was Dripper
And Strife Eager,
High, Grave Treader,
Shelter Field, Gleamer (Gloin),
Joiner, Groiner,
Crooked Finn, Old Father,

Elf and Yngvi,
Oakenshield,
Hider and Frosty,
Finn and Potent.
Uplifted in memory
as long as the world lives
will be this list
ofPraiser’s lineage.’
(Dronke 1997:9 – 11)

However, a few of the names given to the dwarves are only found in the Younger, or Prose Edda. In the Gylfaginning a list of dwarfs are given again, but this time the list includes the names Dori, Ori, Dain and Nain (Rateliff 2008:868).

Great Craftsmen
Freya wearing the Brisingamen - artwork by J Penrose 1890
Like Tolkien’s dwarves, the dwarfs in Norse myths are also creators of great objects, including the goddess Sif’s hair, the Brisingamen necklace, Thor’s hammer and Odin’s spear and the ring Draupnir. They also fashion the fetter with which the wolf Fenrir is bound until Ragnarok and the mead of poetry.
In Tolkien’s world the Elves and Dwarves are two very distinct races, each with their own history and language. The script of the dwarves in Tolkien’s work is the runes used by various Germanic peoples and which can still be found on various stones and artifacts. 

More Books
For more information on the different races, their creation and history in Middle-Earth can be read in The Silmarillion. Although this book is much darker than The Hobbit and many times even as The Lord of the Rings, it is extremely beautiful epic stories and I can really recommend it to anyone who wants to read more about Middle-Earth.
I really enjoy CarolyneLarrington’s translation of the Elder Edda as it is translated in a contemporary English that reads very smoothly. It is definitely a good version to read when you’re just starting out with the Elder Edda. Jesse Byock’stranslation of the Younger Edda is also a very good translation and contain a very informative introduction. Unfortunately, it does not contain the Háttatál,but it is a good place to start. The mythology is also easier to understand if you start with the Younger Edda and then move on to the poems of the Elder Edda.

Sources quoted:

(For those wondering why “dwarfs” and “dwarves” are used in this post – the correct plural is “dwarfs”, but Tolkien uses “dwarves” throughout his fiction.)
** For those reading here who understand Dutch – head overto my Afrikaans blog for Marcel Otten’s Dutch translation of the poem.
† In a side note – the third volume of Dronke’s great work is now available. I’m crossing my fingers that either the varsity library buys it or I win the lotto…

Monday, May 14, 2012

Monday Inspiration: Entertaining and Creative Music Video


Some foot-tapping music to start the week with – this is one of my favourite music videos:
 “Elke man het ’n kop” by Chris Chameleon



It is a poem by acclaimed Afrikaans poet Ingrid Jonker, set to music. The lyrics is:
“Elke man het ’n kop, ’n lyf en twee bene, hulle probeer jou namaak”, which can be translated as “Every man has a head, a body and two legs, they try to imitate you”.

Enjoy!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Inspiration Friday – St. Patrick’s Breastplate


 

Tomorrow (17 March) is St. Patrick’s Day – which for me will basically mean a whole day of listening to Irish music while studying[1] and taking a break to watch Riverdance. Anyhow, I’ve decided on posting this beautiful prayer attributed to St. Patrick - St. Patrick's Breastplate. This is the English translation and arrangement by Cecil Frances Alexander, with the Afrikaans translation by me[2].

I bind unto myself today

I bind unto myself today
the strong Name of the Trinity,
by invocation of the same,
the Three in One, and One in Three.
I bind this day to me for ever,
by power of faith, Christ's Incarnation;
his baptism in Jordan river;
his death on cross for my salvation;
his bursting from the spicèd tomb;
his riding up the heavenly way;
his coming at the day of doom:
I bind unto myself today.

I bind unto myself the power
of the great love of cherubim;
the sweet "Well done" in judgment hour;
the service of the seraphim;
confessors' faith, apostles' word,
the patriarchs' prayers, the prophets' scrolls;
all good deeds done unto the Lord,
and purity of virgin souls.

I bind unto myself today
the virtues of the starlit heaven
the glorious sun's life-giving ray,
the whiteness of the moon at even,
the flashing of the lightning free,
the whirling wind's tempestuous shocks,
the stable earth, the deep salt sea,
around the old eternal rocks.

I bind unto myself today
the power of God to hold and lead,
his eye to watch, his might to stay,
his ear to hearken, to my need;
the wisdom of my God to teach,
his hand to guide, his shield to ward;
the word of God to give me speech,
his heavenly host to be my guard.
Christ be with me,
Christ within me,
Christ behind me,
Christ before me,
Christ beside me,
Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort
and restore me.
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ in quiet,
Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of
all that love me,
Christ in mouth of
friend and stranger.
I bind unto myself today
the strong Name of the Trinity,
by invocation of the same,
the Three in One, and One in Three.
Of whom all nature hath creation,
eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
praise to the Lord of my salvation,
salvation is of Christ the Lord.



Ek bind tot myself vandag

Ek bind tot myself vandag
die sterk naam van die Drie-enigheid,
deur die afsmeking van dieselfde
drie in een, en een in drie.

Ek bind hierdie dag tot my vir ewig,
deur die krag van geloof, Christus se menswording,
Sy doop in die Jordaanrivier,
Sy dood aan die kruis vir my verlossing,
Sy opstanding uit die gekruide graf,
Sy opvaring na die hemel,
Sy koms op die dag van oordeel,
bind ek tot myself vandag.

Ek bind tot myself die krag
van die groot liefde van gerubyn;
die soete “wel gedaan” in oordeelsuur;
die diens van die serafyn;
belydenaar se geloof, apostels se woord,
die stamvaders se gebede, die profete se boekrolle;
alle goeie dade vir die Heer gedoen,
en reinheid van maagdelike siele.

Ek bind tot myself vandag
die deugde van die sterverligte hemel,
die glansryke son se lewegewende strale,
die witheid van die volmaan,
die flitse van die weerlig wat vrylik slaan,
die dwarrelende wind se stormagtige rukke,
die stabiele aarde, die diep sout see
om die ou, ewige rotse.

Ek bind tot myself vandag
die mag van God om te behou en te lei,
Sy oog om te waak, Sy mag om te keer,
Sy oor om na my behoefte te luister,
die wysheid van God om te leer,
Sy hand om te lei, Sy skild om af te weer,
die woord van God om my spraak te gee,
Sy hemelse leërskare om my wag te wees.
Christus wees met my,
Christus wees binne my,
Christus agter my,
Christus voor my,
Christus langs my,
Christus om my te wen,
Christus om my te troos
en my te vernuwe.
Christus onder my,
Christus bo my,
Christus in stilte,
Christus in gevaar,
Christus in die harte
van almal wat my liefhet,
Christus in die mond van
vriend en vreemdeling.

Ek bind tot myself vandag
die sterk naam van die Drie-enigheid,
deur die afsmeking van dieselfde,
die drie in een, en een in drie
deur wie die hele natuur geskep is,
ewige Vader, Gees, Woord.
Lof aan die Heer van my redding;
redding is van Christus die Heer.

More info on St. Patrick’s life and St. Patrick’s Breastplate can be found here, here and here.

Vintage St. Patrick image by The Graphics Fairy



[1] Because I really need to catch up after I got nothing done last week!
[2] Yes, translation really is fun to me, especially when it’s a text I really enjoy and love. I hope to have the translation of the original St. Patrick’s Breastplate ready for next week’s post. 

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Ageless Words: The Battle of Stamford Bridge and Two Poems


(This post first appeared on 15 July 2011.)


The Battle of Stamford Bridge


The date is 25 September 1066. The place is Stamford Bridge in Yorkshire. On this day Saxons and Vikings will meet in battle. Swords will clash. Shields will break. And poetry will be composed.

(The Old Norse text can be found below the English translation.)

Men say that King Harald recited this verse:

“We went forth in the ranks,
byrnie-less, with blue edges;
helmets shine, I have not mine,
my coat lies on the ship below.”

His byrnie was called Emma; it went all the way down to the middle of his leg, and was so strong that no weapon had any effect on it. Then King Harald said, 'That was poorly composed, so I shall now devise another better verse', and then recited this:

“We do not creep in battle,
before the clashing of weapons,
behind the curve of the shield –
so commanded by the lady of the hawk’s land, true of speech;
the lady bade me, where meet
skulls and the ice of battle,
long ago to carry on high
the helmet’s seat into the clash of metal.”

Now the Angles give the Norsemen a charge and a harsh reception comes in return, and so the long spears were set and it hit hard against the horses.

And the Old Norse:
Þet sæghia menn, at Haraldr konongr kvǽðe vísu þessa:

"Fram gengom vér í fylkingu,
        bryniulausir meðr blár æggiar;
        hialmar skína, hæfkaðek mína;
        nú liggr scrúð várt at scipum niðri."

Emma hét brynia hans; hon tóc ofan í mitt bæin hanum, oc svá stærk at æcki festi vápn á henne. Þá mǽlti Haraldr konongr, "Þetta er illa ort, oc scal gæra nú aðra vísu bætri." oc cvað þá þetta:

"Kriúpum vér firir vópna
        (valtæigs) brökon æighi
        (svá bauð Hilldr) at hialdri
        (haldorð) í bugh skialdar;
        hátt bað mec, þer's mœtozt,
        mennskurð bera forðom,
        lackar ís oc höusar,
        hialmstal í gný malma."

Nú væita Ænglar Norðmönnum áreið oc varð á mót viðrtaca hörð, oc svá váro sættar kæsiurnar oc koms þet mest viðr hestana.

This translation is courtesy of www.utexas.edu – Lessons in Old Norse. For more information about the Battle of Stamford Bridge, you can visithttp://www.britainexpress.com/History/battles/stamford-bridge.htm

Friday, October 21, 2011

Inspiration Friday: A South African Ghost Story


Not so much 'inspiration' as just a song I love, this ghostly tale was written and sung by Koos du Plessis, although I also enjoy the cover done by Theuns Jordaan and Robbie Wessels on the CD “Kouevuur” (Cold Fire). (Because the original text is quite long, I’ve decided to only post the English, but here’s a link to the Afrikaans. At the end of the post is a video of Koos du Plessis singing the song.)

On the road to Nooitgedacht
On a dark night, deep in the month of July, on the road to Nooitgedacht, where three boulders stand against the sickle moon, I waited for a long time that night.
Because there a thief of old buried a sack of gold next to the road, and every dark night – with the sickle moon – he returns to search for his treasure.
Far off I hear four hooves, like a heartbeat deep in the night; it’s as if the devil is chasing him, because the moon is already low in the sky, on the road to Nooitgedacht.

At the ghost boulders near Nooitgedacht, so the people told me, no man can dare it on a dark night, he finds himself in Hel. But I stood fast and said I would go, man alone, one dark night. I steeled myself and let my horse be fetched, but I never expected such a thing: because sparks of fire flies from its hooves and ten tongues of flame plays in the night and the rider lies against his steed because it knows the road to the treasure of Nooitgedacht.

I saw too much and I thought, maybe, the best place is home, because I know danger, but I got into a tangle, and I wished I was already home. But home is far and the morning star hangs ghost-like over the veldt. This is no place for me, I’d rather go – let the man keep his money.
But the striking of the hooves drones in my ears and the ghost shoots silently from his saddle and sparks of fire flies as he digs next to the road because he’s coming to fetch his treasure.
But the burghers give him no peace – like a veldt fire they’re approaching – and the Mauser fire drones and drops of lead rains down and I thought I was seeing the end.

But two coals glow in his eyes, at once his back in the saddle, and his horse ploughs the air in its hurried flight, because he knows death is coming for him.
On a dark night deep in the month of July, on the road to Nooitgedacht, where three boulders stand against the sickle moon I laid for a long time that night.
And I know no one will believe me, it all sounds like madness in the day... but let everyone who laughs be on the road to Nooitgedacht just once at night. 



I haven’t yet been able to find out whether the story was Koos’ original work or if it is based on another tale, but I can tell you this… In the year 1900, during the Anglo-Boer War/South African War[1], a battle was fought near Nooitgedacht between the British troops and the Boers – many of whom used Mausers.


[1] Depending on what you wish to call the conflict (in what is now South Africa) between the Boer Republics and Britain. For an overview of the war, see this site, or read ThomasPackenham’s book.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Worldbuilding Wednesday: A Multilingual Dictionary of Nerdy-goodness


What do you get when you leave a worldbuilder alone with a stash of card making and crafting goodies? Or, more precisely, what do you get when said worldbuilder starts putting together a dictionary of languages spoken in a built world and then gets left alone with a stash of card making goodies?

I give you the one of a kind, handwritten and multilingual[1] Airthai dictionary – with a suitably aged look, of course.

The Priceless Artefact


Will this priceless artefact have a digital version available for all to peruse at leisure in the future? Why yes, this newfangled digital edition will be made available – if all goes well – in time for next week’s Worldbuilding Wednesday. I’ll then command the blog elves to update said dictionary when needed, just in case I forget to do it myself!


[1] Having entries in the various Airthai languages as well as translations into Afrikaans and English. Because I can. :)

Friday, August 26, 2011

Inspiration Friday: a haunting song by Koos du Plessis



One of the earliest songs I can recall hearing and seeing a music video for, was one of Koos du Plessis’ songs. Titled “Sprokie vir ’n stadskind”, or “Fairy tale for a city child”, it also formed part of various Afrikaans poetry lessons.  Much like his “Kinders van die wind” (Children of the wind), it is a beautiful and haunting piece with multiple layers of meaning. Of course, about twenty years later, the song’s meaning to me has grown and evolved, but I can still remember the whole family watching the bittersweet song on the television. Du Plessis made his own translation of the song – “The neon rainbow” – but I could not find it. So, I made my own translation. It is posted below the Afrikaans text, along with a video where the song is sung by Du Plessis.

Sprokie vir ‘n stadskind
                                                – Koos du Plessis

As die reën van stof en roet verby is,
en die rook verdwyn,
 sal daar in die sterrelose hemel,
’n neonboog verskyn.

En kyk maar goed,
want as jy hom vind,
vertel ek vir jou ’n sprokie, my kind,
van ’n skatkis met ou kettings gebind
aan die neonboog se punt.

Volg hom elke nag oor swart riviere,
 oor kranse van beton.
As jy aanhou stap vir tienduisend ure,
 sal jy dalk daar kom.

Maar hier moet jy jou nimmer laat bind,
want so lui die ou, ou sprokie, my kind,
as jy geluk en vrede wil vind,
soek die neonboog se punt.

Volg hom elke nag oor swart riviere,
kyk nie eenmaal om,
dalk vind jy die land
van blou saffiere
en, dalk, ’n brokkie son.

Fairy tale for a city child

When the rain of dust and soot has passed,
and the smoke disappears,
a neon rainbow will appear
in the starless sky.

And look well,
for if you find it
I’ll tell you a fairy tale, my child,
of a treasure chest bound with old chains
to the end of the neon rainbow.

Follow it every night across black rivers,
over cliffs of concrete.
If you keep on walking
for ten thousand hours
you may get there.

But here you must not let yourself be bound,
for so runs the old, old fairy tale, my child,
if you want to find happiness and peace;
find the end of the neon rainbow.

Follow it every night across black rivers,
do not look around once.
Maybe you’ll find the country
of blue sapphires
and, maybe, a small piece of the sun. 




Have a wonderful weekend!
A Agrai tellarias or s’agrélar silássa.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Ageless Words Friday: Bede’s Death Song

A well-known author and scholar, Bede (c. 672 A.D.. – 26 May 735 A.D.) is most famous for his work Historia ecclesiastica gentis Anglorum (The Ecclesiastical History of the English People). Bede (also referred to as Saint Bede or the Venerable Bede) was a monk at the Northumbrian monasteries of Saint Peter at Monkwearmouth[1] and Saint Paul in Jarrow. He was also a skilled translator and linguist, and wrote many works of a scientific, historical and theological nature. On his deathbed he is said to have composed the following five lines of verse, known as Bede’s Death Song.

[2]For þam nedfere    næni wyrþeþ
þances snotera,        þonne him þearf sy
to gehicgenne                       ær his heonengange
hwæt his gaste                     godes oþþe yfeles
æfter deaþe heonon            demed weorþe.

English Translation:
Bede’s Dying Words – Translation by Anthony Cronin

Before the inevitable hour looms
When, however unwilling,
You must face the final court
You cannot give enough thought
To the state of your account,
Its balance of good and evil,
For when that hour arrives
It will be too late
To add or subtract,
Regret or amend.

For more information about Bede, his works or the time he lived in, visit the Labyrinth; a wonderful assemblage of links and resources by Georgetown University, or visit the Christian Classics Ethereal Library. Wikipedia also has an article about his life and works, including various links.

I'll be back on Monday with some more fiction and the next instalment of VfH. Enjoy your weekend!

Bede



[1] Today part of Sunderland.
[2] Anglo-Saxon text and translation by Anthony Cronin taken from The Word Exchange, published by W.W. Norton in 2011.