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
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