Smooth translations of #1: The starlings' song
Irina Rempt |
Sent: The song of the starlings speaks of heroic deeds In the morning rain the heron does its laundry In the night the lark worships the stars Who sees the true nature of birds? |
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Sally Caves |
Sent: The starling's song sings of adventurous deeds; The heron washes its clothes in the gentle rain; At night the lark prays to the stars; But who can see into the heart of birds? |
Steg Belsky |
Sent: The song of a noisy bird - of greatnesses it is. It's clothes in the dew the heron (tall bird) dips in and out. The stars come out - and the songbird worships the dome [of stars]. But who sees [and understands] bird-ness? |
Patrick Dunn |
Sent: The songs of a bird deal with great things. The heron dips its clothing into the dew And the lark worships the sky at twilight. But who understands being a bird? |
Nik Taylor |
Sent: Birds' songs concerning important events The Heron washes its clothes in the dew And the Lark worships the sky in the evening. But does anyone exist who understands birdhood? |
Joe Mondello |
Sent: The song from the bird is about importance A Heron's clothes clean with dew A Lark religiously praises the sky at evening But is the birdish way understood at all? |
Chris Peters |
Sent: The bird's song deals with important things. A heron's clothes are cleaned with dew. A lark reverently praises the evening sky. But does nature really understand bird's sound/thoughts? |
Pablo Flores |
Sent: Important matters (the ones) the bird's song tells. The heron's coat gets cleaned in dew. With fearful respect the lark praises the evening sky. But do the spirits (of nature) fully understand the bird's singing? |
Padraic Brown |
Sent: High things in song of bird for coat of heron in dew a bathing praises for night-sky in throat of lark [this] hymn in ear of gods? Christophe didn't receive an English translation (or even an interlinear), so had to do a Real Translator's (TM) job. He did get a grammar sketch, the poem as above, and interlinear notes telling him what cases the nouns were in. I was merciful in not giving him any verbs to deal with. :^) |
Christophe Grandsire |
Sent: When the little bird sings with greatness, When the "artist of the river" clears its feathers in the mist, When the songbird glorifies the Even Star, Maybe the "reigners" can hear their song. |
Josh Roth |
Sent: Bird importantly sings Riverbird ruffles its feathers in the mist Songbird glorifies night star When rulers might hear song |
Kristian Jensen |
Sent: "if" a bird of a greatness be a singer, "if" a bird of a river be a ruffler of its feathers at a mist, "if" a bird of a song be a glorifier of the star of the night, "might" every ruler be a hearer of a song. |
Jennifer Barefoot |
Sent: A great bird, if she sings... A bird of the river, if she ruffles her feathers in the mist... A bird of song, if she praises the stars of the night... Then the song, that every ruler hears it... |
Adam Parrish |
Sent: A great bird, when it sings a song, A bird of the river, when it ruffles its feathers in the mist, A bird of song, when it praises the stars of the night, Then this song, may all rulers listen to it. |
Andrew Smith |
Sent: The great bird, when he sings his song; The bird of the river, when he ruffles his feathers in the mist; The bird of the song, when he praises the stars of the night; The song, then all the rulers listen to it. |
Carlos Thompson |
Sent: The great bird, its song it sings bird of the river, its feathers shake in the mist bird of the song, the stars of the night praise [and] the song all the leaders listen or even more plain: The great bird sings its song [this same] bird of the river shakes its feathers in the mist [this same] bird of the song praises the stars of the night [and] all the leaders listen [this] song |
Joshua Shinavier |
Sent: The great bird sings a beautiful melody. The bird of the river ruffles its feathers in the mist. The bird of song speaks of the greatness of (all) the night-time stars. To this song all of the illustrious ones listen. |
Fabian De-l'-isle |
Sent: The large bird shall sing his song That river bird shall ruffle his feathers in the mist That songbird shall speak of the magnificent stars of the night That song shall be heard by every king |
Irina Rempt |
Sent: The large bird shall sing a song of itself This bird of the river's feathers shall dance, between the clouds of some ground, a dance of themselves This song-bird shall speak of the night's awesome stars Every king shall hear this song. |