Nooret tekkööt
peenilöist assioist
suuriloja,
vanhat suuriloist
peeniä.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-22
Young people
Make small things
Huge,
The old ones make
Large small.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-22
Sinense arte es attrahente, sed provocante. Res singulo es crurale.
Mi non habe tactu cum meo pictura. Imagine satis grato es, mi spera.
© Yelling Rosa
Talvea ei kannata moittia,
vaan olla kaveri.
Silloin kaikki kylmyys
katoaa.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-15
Talvia ei maksa vorstia
vaa olla tovarišša.
Silloin kaik kylmä
pakenoo.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-16
Don’t blame winter
But be a comrade.
Then, all the frigidity
Disappears.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-16
Here is one of my verses in Ingrian and English with my drawing.
Hic es nimis calido.
Aestate pote ir ad ibi,
ubi pipere cresce.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-10
If you are afraid of people,
You are scared of yourself.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-03
Si homimines times,
Animum tuum metuis.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-03
Jos inhimissiä pölkäjät
siä issejäis arastat.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-09-03
Käyn joen rantaa kera veen.
Koht vesi käyp ilma minnua.
Sellain ono aika inhimiselle.
See ei muuta virran litsoja.
Neet tuulees läkäjäät
i tyynees sohisevat.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-07-26
I go along the river bank with the water.
Soon, the water flows without me.
That’s the time for the humans.
It does not change the face of the stream.
It gossips in the wind
and whispers in silence.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-07-26
Koko pitän iän
oon etsint sitä,
mitä en oo löytänt.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-07-10
All my life
I’ve been looking for it
what I have yet to find.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-07-10
Latin
|
Ingrian
|
English
|
|
Ars longa vita brevis. |
Kulttuura pitkä elo lyhyt. |
Art is long; life is short. |
|
Versiculi poetae immortales sunt. |
Kirjuttajan rääyt evät koole. |
The verses of the poet are immortal. |
|
Caballi herbam comedunt. |
Hepoiset söövät heinää. |
Horses eat grass. |
|
Vox populi, vox Dei |
Kansan ääni ono Jumalan ääni. |
The voice of the people is the |
|
Candela in mensa ardet |
Kyntteli pallaa kanneel. |
The candle burns on the table. |
|
Cogito, ergo sum. |
Miä duumaan, siks elän. |
I think, therefore, I am. |
|
Carmen cantas. |
Siä laulat laulun. |
You (thou) sing a song. |
|
Casa mea alba est et casa tua viridis est. |
Miun talo ono valkia a siun talo ono rohhoin. |
My cottage is white, and your (thine) cottage is green |
There are many ways of writing Ingrian. For example, people in Soikkola (Metsäkylä) write ”vasara” in this way ”vaššara”. I have used written language on my table.
Word |
Example |
Translation |
|
raja, sb. |
Meijen kylä ono Viron rajal. |
Our village is on the border with Estonia. |
|
suma, sb. |
Valja otti suman, pani bukvarin summaa ja laati |
Valja took [her] bag, put a primer into the bag and |
|
taivas, sb. |
Jo entisist ajoist, päiväist päivää inmihiset näkivät, jot |
Already since ancient times, day in day out people saw, that the Sun moves along the sky. |
|
vasara, sb. |
Jurmast jooksoot pakkaiset, niku vasaranka |
Briskly the frosts set in, like with a hammer they knock. |
|
yhtehys, sb. |
Elokkain elo ono yhtehyes kasvoloin elon kera. |
The life of animals is in a connection with the life of |
Here is one of my poems in Ingrian, Finnish, and English.
|
Ingrian |
Finnish |
English |
|
Vaa yks syän |
Vain yksi sydän |
Only One Heart |
|
Monet ovat kirjat |
Monet ovat kirjat |
There are so many books |
|
nevvoja täyn, |
neuvoja täynnä, |
That guide you |
|
mut vaa yks |
mutta vain yksi |
But only one |
|
ono syän |
on sydän |
Heart |
|
ken tiitää |
joka tuntee |
That knows |
|
siun. |
sinut. |
You. |
|
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Koko pitän
iän oon etsint sitä,
mitä en oo löytänt.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-07-10
Ala-Luuditsa village street. Photo: I. Talve, 1942 (ERM Fk 1004:142).
Please enlarge the photo by clicking on it.
Listen to the song below https://www.folklore.ee/pubte/eraamat/vadjaisuri/en/laul-la-ko-katson
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Ingrian |
English |
|
La ko katson liekkuani, |
Let me now look at my swing, |
|
kiuzaelen kiekkuani: |
Let me tempt my swing: |
|
ongo liekku vellon tehtü, |
Has the swing been made by brother, |
|
aluz ainooni panema |
Its lower beam set by my only one, |
|
va on viera’an tegemä, |
Or has it been made by a stranger, |
|
venäläizen vestelemä, |
Raised by a Russian, |
|
karjalaizen kalguttama? |
Carved by a Karelian? |
|
Ku on omani tegemä, |
If it’s made by my own (brother), |
|
paissan pannunkakkaraizen, |
I will make a pancake, |
|
keidän keltaizen munaizen |
I will boil a yellow egg |
|
tinazessa tiskizessä, |
In a tin dish, |
|
vaski-reunassa vaissa. |
In a copper-rimmed bowl. |
|
Ku on viera’an tegemä, |
If it’s made by a stranger, |
|
keidän kännün käärmeidä, |
I will stew a snarl of snakes, |
|
pion pitkiä mattoja. |
A handful of long snakes. |
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© MTÜ Rahvalauluselts Hellero, Estonian Folklore Archives of the Estonian Literary Museum, 2015 |
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T Kati, Kulla (Volmari Porkka 1881–1883, SKVR III1 1069); Venjoki (Henrik August Reinholm 1847, SKVR IV1 680).
M Vögle Timo tütar Semmo naine, 26 a, Viistina; Ustenja Miikkula tütar Porfei naine, 37 a, Mäkkülä (Armas Launis 1906, SKSÄ A 301/9b, ph 53b; A 300/48a, ph 41 a).
T shows the origin of the text and M hows the origin of the melody.
