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Re: For translation: A story about strawberries

From:John Fisher <john@...>
Date:Sunday, February 21, 1999, 16:11
In message <19990218034836.22417.qmail@...>, Adam Walker
<dreamertwo@...> writes
>Conlangers, > >Someone over on the ENFP (my MBTI type) list posted this and I thought >it might make a fun (if sorta long) translation exercise. Anyone want >to have a go at it??
>The Origin Of The Strawberry > As told by Rogers Clinch/Western Band Cherokee >
A nice story and fun to translate. Here's an Elet Anta version, and I admit I had to make words for jar, nostril, persimmon and even cherry... There was a discussion earlier about languages without proper personal pronouns. EA is one such. In place of pronouns it uses a group of shortened nouns (EA: amtolon). For example, in this piece 'are' (man, male) is used to refer to the man, regardless of who is speaking: so he uses it for 'I', Goodmind uses it for 'you' and the narrator uses it for 'he'. But 'he' when it refers to Goodmind is 'avo' (lord), which correct when referring to a god or spirit. The word used for 'love' is 'pariam', which is love (agape) for family, friends, humanity in general. For sexually-based love 'cwayla' is the usual word, but if we used that in the story then it wouldn't be the same as the word in the moral at the end. c=/k/, k=/x/, y=/j/, w=/w/, sh=/S/, ch=/tS/, th=/T/, rh=voiceless r CAWL-ERDISU LOMDAYE Back when there was just one man and one woman on earth, they began to argue, and the woman kept getting angrier and angrier and turned and walked away from her husband. For a time he tried calling her back, but she just totally ignored him and wouldn't look to the left or the right or up or down, just looked straight ahead and kept walking. Orga i, oan lui an arecwa tal lui an avicwa loanvay. Yu cawl afat esak, tali avicwa chon cawl sof crawlu, cawl lofo dali, irut alepyenonvow. Okaramlaw are yalar avilaw ya, 'nel crol layta, meti avi anotwa ovonda arena, donac ya, shifew loc tarlew loc optew loc olgew parl, lui adarcw' ocwa chon irut. They had done this for three days, and the man was following after her and getting very discouraged and his head was hanging down. And the woman in her anger still just kept walking as hard and as fast as she could. On the evening of the third day she was out on the horizon, and each of them camped where they were. Ene chon oc caro tanatwa, tali are mlori avisa cawl vas shoevian cufa rontwa. Tali avi ta-crawlusuma shildawa chon lui irut irvew, oc menelwa traycawa tal raktwa. Caroy tanatye bethenwa avi urfa loareconva, mish oshi blafato ow, cwalof tando. Then on the fourth day, as the sun came up, the woman began her journey and was disappearing from sight when the one that we called Goodmind came down and spoke to the first man and asked him, "Does this woman walk in your soul?" In other words, did he love her; we don't have that word. He said, "Oh yes, I wish that I could walk in her soul as she walks in mine." Yafgaw cordye tanatwa opte sar, yu avi crol cawl evarnsuma, tali chon cawft celtis, yu o, cwavona naket aha Cavasamaar, olge any' arecwanvew falonwa rhayal, "Ar-avicwa lyu irut areye hathanonvaw?" I venia ya, are lyu pariam avisa; pariam ro tolonefta aha. Are falon, "Na, na, are trisu ya, are menel irut avie hathanonvaw frent ivaw, avi oc areyuronvaw." And Goodmind asked him, "Well, if she comes back to you, do you care for her so much that you'll never argue with her so hard that she'll run away from you like this again?" And the first man promised, "Oh yes." Tali Cavasamar rhayal arelaw ya, "U avi cwu crol layta arenvew, ow are lyu clan ucari avisa yuvaw, ale dand esak avilaw clan traycawa yuvaw, avi frent copon rascish arena?" Tali any' arecwa amasti, "Na, na". So Goodmind went ahead of the woman and began to plant all of the berry bushes that we know today but that up until then hadn't existed. Still she just ignored them and walked straight on. He began to plant along the path all the trees that bear fruit, like the cherry tree, the persimmon, the plum, and many others. Still she ignored them and wouldn't look to the left or right or up or down, just straight ahead and kept walking. Yarkaw Cavasamar avicwante, cawl onvaleth cirishye lac marina, cwura so stawa menda, meti yirvew do erdi. Irvew lui ovonda ala, adarcwa chon irut. Avo ovodaplaw cawl onvaleth ta-coshus sucarye lac althana, cwala venla shicishal, persial, mundial, vas tocal. Irvew avi ovonda ala, tali donac ya, shifew loc tarlew loc optew loc olgew parl, lui adarcw' ocwa chon irut. So, finally, he went ahead of her and planted a big patch of strawberries in all stages of development. And as she walked along, in her anger, she began to step on these ripe strawberries and a good smell came up to her nostrils. She stopped and looked down, and she saw those beautiful red berries, the green leaves, and the white flowers, and she remembered that she hadn't eaten for three days. She was hungry, so she knelt down and she began to taste these berries, and she found that they were both bitter and sweet -- like life. She ate a few more. Lacafgaw yarkaw avo avinte, onvaleth arnye plenc lomdara lac ivarteye. Tali avi ta-crawlusuma shildawa chon irut, yu cawl tungc chosty' ol-lomdara, ilafrie comindusu cawl moficopte. Avi fon irut parl olgew, tali celtis salaythye clasanty' ic-cirisha, lathye flecsara, saylye layra, tali fathi ya, caro tanatorgow do foruc. Larba, yarkaw yin calpar, cawl pelpeth ic-cirisha, arcol ya, ur verce tal lyesca frent zeniasuvay. Avi foruc tena sof ura. She looked over her shoulder, and way in the distance she could see her husband coming. She ate a few more and a longing began to grow in her heart to be with him. So she gathered up a handful of the berries and stood up and began to walk in his direction. And every once in a while she would take one of those berries and eat it as she walked along, and each time she did this she would go a little faster until finally she was running as hard and as fast as she could run. Ultew parl, tali menel celtis vas vas urfay alepyena laytaye. Foruc tena sof ura, tali rovodonvaw cawl shilda trisusuma ii, arendu. Yarkaw lesh la tref top cirisha, yin tando, tali arenvew cawl irut. Okarand craft an cirisha, foruc ura chon irutwa, tali shand, cwand oc, tena sof raktwa irut. Lacafgaw chon terisc menelwa traycawa tal raktwa. Her husband in the distance saw her coming and ran to meet her. As they stood face to face, the woman looked in her hand and she only had one berry left. This she put in her husband's mouth. So it's because of the strawberry that all of us are in the world today. Urfay alepyen celtis avisa laytaye, avindew la terisc. Afat izdaw tandowa avicwa parl adonvew, celeti ya, lui an chin lomdalva. Ura avi topa alepyenye yasconvew. Ent na lomdarkaw ant ro yenald staw' erdi loanvaw. Strawberries are a reminder today, that we are suppose to love one another. If you look at a strawberry, you notice that the seeds are on the outside, and that's the way our love is supposed to be. So many people, they say they love someone, but they'll never show it. We're supposed to show our love. Ol-lomda stawa cos fathi sona ii, pe acarti i, ant afat pariam. Cwu so parl lomdara, ow pareli ya, icra ip-pint. Ivaw frenu antye pariamsu, i pe acarti. Clan vas yencwa falon ya, pariam fena, meti dand ya cos asparlu. Pe acarti i, ant cos asparlu pariamsuma antye. Even today, in a traditional Cherokee home, you'll find that the woman keeps a jar of fresh strawberries packed in honey. And if she ever has an argument with her husband, she won't keep it going. She'll go to her kitchen and take down that jar of strawberries and begin to eat them while she cools down. And when she's calm enough, then she'll get up and she'll take one of those berries to her husband and put it in his mouth and remind him of the promise that first man made to Goodmind in the beginning. Sok stawa canactye Cherokee ro ahaye canvaw, so arcol ya, avicwa ama mani clishoc zensye lomdara bezonvaw pe bolcye. Tali cwu shand avi tal alepyen afat esak, ow ya avi do cos chondor. Prashfanonve, craft clishoc lomdara, cawl foruc ura cawl lambawa. Tali cwand lema la lamba, ow yin tando, cos alepyenonve an lomdara, topa ura arey' yasconvew, cos fathi arena oo, cwasuma amasti any' arecwa Cavasamarlaw lacorgaw. -- John Fisher