A light little Romani Sonnet.
To Wine
Leksa Manush
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
A cup of wine does anything you will:
It gives a manly courage to shy men,
And to the weakest man a strength of will.
Wine knocks strong men out cold beyond their ken.
And wine bonds strangers unknown to each other.
They sit as friends, and each one drinks his fill.
With song, wine calls them up to dance together.
A good life, lived with wine, is better still.
Sons and daughters of the sun and earth!
The grape born of the vine has given birth
To wine, to make us happy and at home.
May vineyards never empty of the vine
And may the jug forever fill with wine
To the happiness and health of every Rom.
To Wine
Leksa Manush
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
A cup of wine does anything you will:
It gives a manly courage to shy men,
And to the weakest man a strength of will.
Wine knocks strong men out cold beyond their ken.
And wine bonds strangers unknown to each other.
They sit as friends, and each one drinks his fill.
With song, wine calls them up to dance together.
A good life, lived with wine, is better still.
Sons and daughters of the sun and earth!
The grape born of the vine has given birth
To wine, to make us happy and at home.
May vineyards never empty of the vine
And may the jug forever fill with wine
To the happiness and health of every Rom.
| Моляке Лекса Мануш Тахтай моляса, со камэс, кэрэл: Ладжякунэскэ дэл о муршипэн, Конэскэ зор нанэ, зоралипэн, Кон зорало сас — мол лэс пэравэл. Пхандэл ёй кхэтанэ бипинджярдэн, Бэштэ, сар амала, тэ сако пьел. Мол тэ кхэлэн гилэнца лэн кхарэл. Бахталэдыр моляса джиипэн. Кхамэски и пхувьяки чяёри, Дракхэндар бияндёл ёй, молори, Пэ бахт тэ лош дыны ёй си амэнгэ. Мэ на чючёл дракхэнги барори! Моляса тэ пхэрдёл дурулори Пэ бахт тэ састыпэн сарэ ромэнгэ! | Moljáke Leksa Manuš Taxtaj moljása, so kames, kērel: Lādžakuneske del o muršipen, Koneske zor nane, zoralipen, Kon zoralo sas — mol les pēravel. Phandel joj khetane bipindžarden, Bešte, sar amala, te sako pjel. Mol te khelen gilenca len khārel. Baxtaledîr moljasa džiipen. Khameski i phuvjáki čhajōrí, Drakhendar bijandźol joj, molōri, Pe baxt te loš dînî joj si amenge. Me na čučol drakhéngi bārōri! Moljasa te pherdźol durulōri Pe baxt te sastîpen sāre romenge! |
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