Imferañ. Entry

Zahar and I did some terrible and disgusting things last night. And not with what you thought, but with translations from the classic gearta. At hand we had a modern speaker (Zehar himself), several dictionaries, a corpus of texts and a lot of tea.

As I once said, we are going to translate “Song of Strange Love” - in such a way as to completely depersonalize the narrator. We use classical translations into Retzin to the extent that we can, but we do not rely heavily on them. The fact is that although the original text looks like prose, divided into short lines, rhythm periodically appears in it, and... we honestly tried to convey it. You be the judge of how it turned out.

In short, welcome, the first part is ready! And, yes, it is also here: https://ficbook.net/readfic/10967470.

"Imferañ. Entry"

That night went crazy

The rain was like
Azur splashed in the well of heaven,
And the water poured down.

That night the people came
You were one of them.

The face of a man on whom water runs,
faceless, on other people
Seems like.

Were your eyes? Palms, smell, or
something else - than from others
were you different?

Why do you tell me
without even touching me,
remember?

• • • •

The moon is so high, and yet -
Its rays are so low.
And the sparks flying through the splashes are bright.

That night we watched her
After all, she pointed out
To the earth and mountains,
Seas and fields
Wind and storm
Which you should have come with.

How long have you been so confused?
Who would answer?..
I could only see your dim ones,
Drooping eyes.

“Who are they? - asked the first guard.
“Why did you come?”
And in response - silence
And the silence of confused faces.

Not the Helsha tribe
From the steppes in the east:
They know our language.

Nor the evil urts
From the northern mountains
Neither Roma; like you
We didn't know anyone.

Some are light-haired,
Among them are light-haired,
In pants and shirts, from the water
Soaked through.

“Δεῦτε ὀπίσω μου,” said the guard in Hälsh, “
Follow me."
And we set off.

Did you understand us? Were you afraid of us?
And I won’t tell you now.
After all, a person’s face is a complete mystery,
Face made of stone,

And his gaze will not pierce her
Even myself

Azur.