The other day, nature decided to make a frank muck. On Thursday, it rained all evening and night, and at that time it was about -5 outside - and as a result, everything around is now covered with a centimeter layer of ice. I have claws on my feet, I can still somehow walk, but the rest is very hard. Sad, in short.
So, armed with a triple dose of ginger and cinnamon teas, I'll tell you a little about a thing that is considered one of the earliest descriptions of interspecies romantic relationships in our Orean history.
This little thing is a poem called "Lay\u011fr ed fuam\u0101y\u0101e saw\u016br" - translated from dzhearta, this is "A Song of Strange Love." It was written in Eryakhshara, somewhere in the 9th-8th centuries BC. The author is unknown, and this is not surprising: even now, interspecies love in society is not strongly approved, but then it was completely shameful. It is generally accepted (based on the analysis of the text) that the famous poet Vizhir gur Heshsh at Kuyab, who lived at that time, wrote the "Song", but this is not very accurate.
The poem tells how the lyrical hero (or heroine), having met a person, falls in love with him\/her quite unexpectedly. The first third of the poem is a lengthy discourse on why it happened and what to do about it; the second is a brief episode of happiness, when the hero finds the strength to confess his feelings to a person and it turns out that they are mutual; the third is separation (most likely eternal), the lyrical hero rethinks his life in the context of the events that happened to him and finds the strength to live on.
The poem is also interesting because it was written in something like free verse: there are simply no typical means of expression characteristic of the then Eryakhshar poetry (alliteration, an equal number of syllables in lines). Why this is so, we are unlikely to ever know.
Finally, we will show you a couple of stanzas from the very, very beginning.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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 you
without even touching
remember?<\/p>\r\n
(Original:
Kam \u015feb\u0101j \u0163akrilajaypy\u0101v emq \u2014
Ery\u0101j
Az\u016br \u015fapurimirimy\u0101se\u1e11 \u0127elaxt,
Y\u012b abalad s\u016bry\u0101 hay\u0260\u014dvv
vad.
Kam \u015feby\u0101se\u1e11 ma\u015fy\u0101 ra\u011fjind \u2014
S\u0101r yek\u0113 \u1e11in vadar
Me\u015ff\u0113y\u0113 ma\u015fy\u0101 ed abaly\u0101v o\u0163savayp
ame\u015ffayna \u0127er, mel\u0163\u0113 ma\u015fy\u0101e antarayram
vast.
Ganbe\u015fr vadundhal? Qard\u0101, x\u015fads, pa\u1e11
jal m\u0101e\u2014ed jady\u0101v antar\u0101yrzem
jivo\u0163\u0127\u014dskar?
Ejjadyav \u015fard
nequ\u015fp \u0127er
\u015femanam?)<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The other day, nature decided to make a frank muck. On Thursday, it rained all evening and night, and at that time it was about -5 outside - and as a result, everything around is now covered with a centimeter layer of ice. I have claws on my feet, I can still somehow walk, but the rest is very hard. Sad, in short.<\/p>\n
That's why, \u2026<\/p>\n