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Andres Ehin ANDRES

DAEDIM ATI’DA RIGS A’SNAA        from the Estonian

 

Dis graet mukkil pör-lyghtit snaa-rigs

Kent t'me laek da bakk a'mie haand

Foo ill-at-haem hieir ir toghts

A’toon-trams an merkits.

A'mie mynd's-ie I spy da offies gaffir

Prunkt-up pierie Komrit

He lents da gaet t'da farawa hill

Quhar da brae is a koos a'birks.

Da snaa's krumpin undirfit as he gjings,

Wie'is öswil stramp, kerrjin ati'is ryghthaand a kaes 

wie gryshkjien ieniesjils, dossieirs, dieds, riepawrts.

He's kled wie a kot a'sum man-med kloot.

He wins ta da hill.

He's waantin ta win in d’doar.

Da doar døsna oppin. His erm is in snaa t’da elbik.

He kaersna ava.

He kieks at da klokk.

Hit's a mienit eftir nyn.

He skritts his pow. 'Quhitwy's d'offies no oppin?"

Quhar ir aa mie fokk? Mie sekrities, arkyvists,

heds a'diepaertmints.

At twintie-fyv paast, Komrit Nit'ill lyght hieir fae

hed-offies ati’Moskoo.

Dir kanna bie, dir manna bie,

An erm up t’da elbik in snaa.

D'ir snaa, a hell oa lokka snaa,

D'ir da Leklaand rivir, da Rivir a'da Pyk,

Da Diel's Aein Lek, Da Deil's Aein Kem.

Daer’s da Aald Trookir himsel, hookerit atill da hill.

Fae a distiens a raa-kaald sun glowirs.

Siroolien hievins.

Quoptammy quoptammy, dat vaams daeth.

D’gaffir fae da offies is gien wie a poof. Vaniesht!

Dan a cheneril ippieirs a’da snaa-rig.

A stoot aaldføl in’is dressjoonieform, strips doon his brieks.

He tinks he's gjaain apo manoovirs.

Oh dae staand dattin boannie a’dir raanks,

Choost as dae sood.

Da target kums kloss,

Ah, noo hit's athin rekk, da keptin gies a sogh.

Soachirs roar zdravijah gelayam

Tovaritshtsh general.

Bit nae signil’s gien. Naebdie roars bakk

‘Quhit ir dae waetin fir? Dae mann bie puniesht!

Lof an waatir fir da slakkir.

Impiedins!"

Na, na, na, na, na, naethin laek dat.

D'ir a graet hol a'naethin, d'ir snaa-rigs.

Sun kjussis snaa apo da hirysin.

Snaa kjussis da cheneril.

A mukkil frostie wyf kjussis da stoot aald cheneril.

Da graet frostie wyf shaepshifts ta'a ooieblaankit  an rows him up

Laevin choost his puggie poakin oot.

An sies du, oot fae ati’da hill staags a drooth,

Nae buddir ava.

Na, no fae atill da hill sae mukkil as fae inanundir'it.

Kaas dae wir bøn a pub sumwy i’da sellir. Wis d’ir no?

An he hed t'klym up da staer. Did he no?

Onywy, he's oot noo,

Snøtin frisk raa aeir wie glie.

Hit's blakk-mirk.

Quhitwy ir da strietlyghts no on?

Quhitwy ir dae no glødin jalloo waarm

Quhiskie-lyght apo da snaa?

Is dis sum føl blakkoot

Ir mebbie dan da powirstaesjin iksplodit?

Naethin fae da lyghts, no a glindir,

Naethin fae da naeroo Gothiek windoos

Naethin dae da brod gless a'da hy-rys flaats.

Quhar ir aa da hoosis? Quhar ir aa da striets?

Da sietie mosta bøn flaejied fae da bar

Laek piel aff a’a oriench.

Quha støl da sietie?

Quhar gød he wie'it?

Agh wiel, we hae da bar at laest.

Bettir we sood hae dat as naethin.

I im sorrie fir jun dug aa da sam, shö haes flies

Bit shö’s a fyn kraetir fir aa dat.

Aghwiel, bakk t’da bar.

An aff he gjings

Wins t’quhit he tinks is da wy-in

Gjings ta jokk da haandil, bit dan ...

D’ir nae doar, choost sumthien damp, thin kaald - snaa.

He staags aboot, faas, hunkirs ati’da snaa

An harks as da doghtir a'da foarist diel

Taels a faerie-tael.

Iens apo a tym an aald man, Da Pael-Portir,

Huntit fokk, aetin onieien he kaatcht.

Bit sum fokk wir kannie an med a hol

Ati’da ys apo da rivir, hoijdit’it wie snaa.

Dae set dimsels as baet an staartit t'krie oot fir da man.

‘Ay ay, sie hieir, Pael-Portir!’

Da aald man faas fir da ploy,

Faas trow da ys an droonds’im.

Naethin is left bit da klenkin a'da paels.

Choost quhit is snaa?

Hit's friedim.

Hit's swaart, quhyt, lyght, swiein, saaft,

Baest-laek, blyd, friedim.

Hit's daeth,

Boannie, ugsom, swiet, soor, hyboarn an lo

A mixtir-maxtir a'friedim an daeth.

Hit's hert an hit's da waant a'hert.

(Friedim haes a red ie. Daeth haes a

bloo staamik. Foo mukkil laangir'll

quhyt kael-buttirflies sing ati’da kirk?)

Ae bloo windoo gies me nae soalis.

Da møn vimmirs atwien kloods laek a drookilt kat.

I im ati'dis room. I im med a'gowd an baekin soada.

Taablits faa fae mie ien.

Hit's daedim, hit's daedim.

Hit's daedim med a'tikk bloo kloot.