Ei oo ehtoisa sia; Not a Lovely Destination

 I have written this poem using the Ingrian language that my grandmother spoke. I checked the conjugations with Wiktionary. I also looked up words from the dictionary of Ingrian dialects that I received a week ago, edited by R. E. Nirvi in 1971.

Ei oo ehtoisa sia

Miun troppa on olt kivegäs.
Siks en pölkää orastuvaa surmaa.
Miä vaa sallin, jod en synny
uuelleen tähä miraa.
Tää mailma ei oo
ehtoisa sia.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-05-13

 

 

Not a Lovely Destination

My path has been rocky.
That’s why I’m not afraid
of impending death.
I only hope I’m not born
on this planet again.
This world is not
a lovely destination.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-05-13

 

 

My Poem in Ingrian and in English

 I have written this poem using the Ingrian language that my grandmother spoke. I checked the conjugations with Wiktionary. I also looked up words from the dictionary of Ingrian dialects that I received a week ago, edited by R. E. Nirvi in 1971.

Miä oon väsynt 

Miä oon väsynt.
Uni ono karttant minnua.
Oon nukkunt vähä,
ku kokkoi taivaal lentää.
Oon nukkunt vähä
ku pölhö pydä hirilöijä.
Miä vaa sallin,
sto koolo tulloo
ennen ko musto
jättää.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-05-03

 

 

In English

I’m tired.
Sleep eludes me.
I have slept badly
When the eagle in the sky flies.
I have slept badly
When an eagle owl hunts mice.
I hope
that death will come
before I lose
my memory.
© Yelling Rosa
2024-05-03