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Ulysses, extended fragment |
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A few lines from Ulysses, a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
(this fragment contains the previous one, but this time some of the context is added.). |
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The translation into Lingua Franca Nova is my own. It is an "in spirit" and definitely not a "to the letter" translation. |
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Death closes all: |
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Moria clui tota: |
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But,
even in the twilight,
a work of execlent art,
may/can be done.
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Ma,
ance en la lus final,
un opera de arte eselente,
ta pote fada. |
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Not un-right for men,
that have fought with half gods. |
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No non-justa per omes,
ci ia combata contra dios demi. |
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--==**==-- |
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--==**==-- |
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The light reflects from the rock,
The long day dies,
The slow moon rises,
The deep/unfathomable talks soft/sweet/seducing
with many voices: |
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La lus refleta da la roca,
la dia longa mori,
la luna lenta leva,
la profonda parla dulse,
e con multe vose: |
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Come, friends
it is not to late
to find new land |
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veni, amis,
no esa es tro tarda,
per trova tera nova. |
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Leave/Let go! |
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lasa! |
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And seat yourself well
to struggle the deep/unfathomable |
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e va tu senta bon,
per luta la profonda. |
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For my fate is
to sail beyond the evening of the sun
and the end of old stars. |
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per me fortuna es,
de vela tra la sera de la sol,
e, la fini de stelas vea. |
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--==**==-- |
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--==**==-- |
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Until death. |
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Asta la moria. |
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The original lines. |
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Death closes all:
but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note,
may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men
that strove with Gods.
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The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes:
the slow moon climbs:
the deep Moans round with many voices.
Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late
to seek a newer world.
Push off,
and sitting well in order
smite The sounding furrows;
for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset,
and the baths Of all the western stars.
--==**==--
until I die.
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