NaPoWriMo Day 16

So the prompt from NaPoWriMo today was really fascinating; the idea is to take a poem in a foreign language and “translate” it without any knowledge of the real translation, just sort of using the shape and sound of the words and lines as a guide. This is my attempt, I’m including the original. It’s in Irish Gaelic, by Caitríona Ní Chléirchín.

SCÁIL

Ní file mé ach scáil
a shiúlann trí laethanta
is sráideanna
gan guth, gan teanga.

Mise an leoithne
um thráthnóna séimh is ciúin.
Mise an solas a fhanann
ag deireadh an lae.

Deora báistí a thiteann
gan torann

Ní file mé, ach scáil
ag damhsa ar bhalla
in oíche na tine
ag bailiú rún

Ó d’imigh na focail de mo chroí
gan cheol.

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Ok, here we go…

 

SCALES

Don’t fill me with scales,

for the shoreline is three long dances

in rainy days,

more good, more tangible.

 

Misery and little time

of thrice-known shame is come.

Misery and solace are fanning

age desired and loathed.

 

The hour bathes as titans

great tower.

 

Don’t fill me, Oh scales;

age damns our valor

in no tiny octaves

as age barely runs.

 

Oh the image not vocal to me cries

great chills.

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Well, there you have it. If you want to read the actual translation, I recommend it; check out http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/home/index and look in the Irish poems.

So…yeah!

 

Posted on April 16, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Huh, that’s a really cool idea! Nice!

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