the wanderer

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• (bkz: the wanderers)
• (bkz: muamman duathal)
• meshur bir 10.yy anglo-sakson şiiri.
  eski bir savaşcının (ve belki de tanrının) geçmise, yitirdiklerine bakıp kederlenmesi anlatılır
• bir del shannon klasiği..
• ezra ^*pound çevirisi;
  
  often the lone-dweller waits for favor,
  mercy of the measurer, though he unhappy
  across the seaways long time must
  stir with his hands the rime-cold sea,
  tread exile-tracks. fate is established!5
  
  so the earth-stepper spoke, mindful of hardships,
  of fierce slaughter, the fall of kin:
  oft must i, alone, the hour before dawn
  lament my care. among the living
  none now remains to whom i dare10
  my inmost thought clearly reveal.
  i know it for truth: it is in a warrior
  noble strength to bind fast his spirit,
  guard his wealth-chamber, think what he will.
  weary mind never withstands fate,15
  nor does troubled thought bring help.
  therefore, glory-seekers oft bind fast
  in breast-chamber a dreary mind.
  so must i my heart--
  often wretched with cares, deprived of homeland,20
  far from kin--fasten with fetters,
  since long ago earth covered
  my lord in darkness, and i, wretched,
  thence, mad and desolate as winter,
  over the wave's binding sought, hall-dreary, 25
  a giver of treasure, where far or near
  i might find one who in mead-hall
  might accept my affection, or on me, friendless,
  might wish consolation, offer me joy.
  he knows who tries it how cruel is sorrow,30
  a bitter companion, to the one who has few
  concealers of secrets, beloved friends.
  the exile-track claims him, not twisted gold,
  his soul-chamber frozen, not fold's renown.
  he remembers hall-warriors and treasure-taking, 35
  how among youth his gold-friend
  received him at the feast. joy has all perished!
  so he knows, who must of his lord-friend,
  of loved one, lore-sayings long time forgo.
  
  when sorrow and sleep at once together40
  a wretched lone-dweller often bind,
  it seems in his mind that he his man-lord
  clasps and kisses, and on knee lays
  hands and head, as when sometimes before
  in yore-days he received gifts from the gift-throne. 45
  when the friendless man awakens again,
  he sees before him fallow waves,
  sea-birds bathing, wings spreading,
  rime and snow falling mingled with hail.
  then are the heart's wounds ever more heavy,50
  sore after sweet--sorrow is renewed--
  when memory of kin turns through the mind;
  he greets with glee-staves, eagerly surveys
  companions of men. again they swim away!
  spirits of seafarers bring but seldom55
  known speech and song. care is renewed
  to the one who frequently sends
  over the wave's binding, weary, his thought.
  
  therefore, i know not, throughout this world,
  why thought in my mind does not grow dark60
  when the life of men i fully think through,
  how they suddenly abandoned the hall,
  headstrong retainers. this middle-earth
  each of all days so fails and falls
  that a man gains no wisdom before he is dealt65
  his winters in the world. the wise man is patient,
  not too hot-hearted, nor too quick tongued,
  nor a warrior too weak, nor too foolhardy,
  neither frightened nor fain, nor yet too wealth-greedy,
  nor ever of boasts too eager, before he knows enough.70
  a warrior should wait when he speaks a vow,
  until, bold in mind, he clearly knows
  whither mind's thought after will turn.
  a wise man perceives how ghastly it will be
  when all this world's weal desolate stands,75
  as now here and there across this middle-earth
  blown on by wind walls stand
  covered with rime, the buildings storm-shaken.
  the wine-halls molder, the wielder lies down
  deprived of rejoicing, warband all fallen,80
  proud by the wall. some war took utterly,
  carried on forth-way; one a bird bore off
  over the high holm ; one the hoar wolf
  dealt over to death, one a warrior,
  drear-faced, hid in an earth-cave.85
  thus the shaper of men destroyed this earth-yard,
  until, lacking the cries, the revels of men,
  old giants' work stood worthless.
  
  when he with wise mind this wall-stone
  and this dark life deeply thinks through,90
  the wise one in mind oft remembers afar
  many a carnage, and this word he speaks:
  where is the horse? where the young warrior? where now the gift-giver?
  where are the feast-seats? where all the hall-joys?
  alas for the bright cup! alas byrnied warrior!95
  alas the lord's glory! how this time hastens,
  grows dark under night-helm, as it were not!
  stands now behind the dear warband
  a wondrous high wall, varied with snake-shapes,
  warriors fortaken by might of the ash-spears,100
  corpse-hungry weapons--famous that fate--
  and this stone-cliff storms dash on;
  snowstorm, attacking, binds all the ground,
  tumult of winter, when the dark one comes,
  night-shadow blackens, sends from the north105
  rough hailstorm in anger toward men.
  all is the earth-realm laden with hardship,
  fate of creation turns world under heaven.
  here goldhoard passes, here friendship passes,
  here mankind passes, here kinsman passes: 110
  all does this earth-frame turn worthless!
  so said the one wise in mind, at secret conclales sat him apart.
  good, he who keeps faith, nor too quickly his grief
  from his breast makes known, except he, noble, knows how beforehand
  to do cure with courage. well will it be 115
  to him who seeks favor, refuge and comfort,
  from the father in heaven, where all fastness stands.
• (bkz: gezgin)
• her dinleyişimde johnny cash'i saygıyla andığım müthiş zooropa finali...
  
  i went out walking
  through streets paved with gold
  lifted some stones
  saw the skin and bones
  of a city without a soul
  i went out walking
  under an atomic sky
  where the ground won't turn
  and the rain it burns
  like the tears when i said goodbye
  
  yeah i went with nothing
  nothing but the thought of you
  i went wandering
  
  i went drifting
  through the capitals of tin
  where men can't walk
  or freely talk
  and sons turn their fathers in
  i stopped outside a church house
  where the citizens like to sit
  they say they want the kingdom
  but they don't want god in it
  
  i went out riding
  down that old eight lane
  i passed by a thousand signs
  looking for my own name
  
  i went with nothing
  but the thought you'd be there too
  looking for you
  
  i went out there
  in search of experience
  to taste and to touch
  and to feel as much
  as a man can
  before he repents
  
  i went out searching
  looking for one good man
  a spirit who would not bend or break
  who would sit at his father's right hand
  i went out walking
  with a bible and a gun
  the word of god lay heavy on my heart
  i was sure i was the one
  now jesus, don't you wait up
  jesus, i'll be home soon
  yeah i went out for the papers
  told her i'd be back by noon
  
  yeah i left with nothing
  but the thought you'd be there too
  looking for you
  
  yeah i left with nothing
  nothing but the thought of you
  i went wandering
• the winter wake albümlerinden çok hoş ve gaz bir elvenking parçası.
  
  sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun:
  
  chorus:
  a slight call afar is tempting me
  like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
  i cannot ignore what i've always been
  i am leaving again - one last time?
  
  laid on the pale scythe of the moon
  i play with stars around me
  the elvendom is now calling out my name
  
  my fairy and i are wandering through times
  and stories forgotten, some old fairytales
  of wizards of oz, of lost keys and gardens
  hiding secret doors that lead to a dream
  for those who believe there's always a door to get in
  
  chorus:
  a slight call afar is tempting me
  like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
  i cannot ignore what i've always been
  i am leaving again - one last time?
  in my little kingdom i can be what i really
  wanted to be - the wanderer
  
  i'm hearing scratches at my door
  somebody wants me again
  some little creatures will be my fellows tonight
  
  my demon and i are playing some
  wicked games i should not play, not fair to be played
  don't tell anyone the place where i'm going
  'cause they won't believe - this time i don't know
  if i'll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home
  
  chorus:
  a slight call afar is tempting me
  like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
  i cannot ignore what i've always been
  i am leaving again - one last time?
  in my little kingdom i can be what i really
  wanted to be - the wanderer
• sevimli ve neşeli bir jil is lucky şarkısı
  
  there are flowers in my room
  and they don’t need a job
  they just need time
  to grow and die
  and the lovers on their cloud
  don’t give a shit about the money
  they’re here to try
  to stay side by side
  but it’s so hard
  
  ‘cause the morning always comes to kill the dream
  you had the night before
  
  well i’m dragging myself all along the pavement
  up in the sky, there’s someone behind
  and he’s guiding my steps
  up and down the life stairs
  helps me thereby leaving again
  
  and i’m walking all damned day
  day after day
  but it’s okay
  i’m on my way
  wandering again from the west to the east
  i try to resist
  but it’s so hard not to fall
  
  ‘cause the morning always comes to kill the dream
  you had the night before
  
  well i’m dragging myself all along the pavement
  up in the sky, there’s someone behind
  and he’s guiding my steps
  up and down the life stairs
  helps me thereby leaving again