Magnus

4. Vinter

Se, hur Sorakte reser sig skimmervitt
i djupa snön och skogarna digna ren
för tunga bördan ned och floden
stämts i sitt lopp av den skarpa frosten!
Så tina kölden upp med ett duktigt fång av ved på härden! ...

Ode 1:9 av Horatius i översättning av Bernhard Risberg

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Graph showing bitcoin-usd values.

“Intet hafwer warit migh så swåårt at begrijpa som myntwäsendet. Jagh hafwer der påå i fyretije år funderadt, men ar lijka wijs nu påå min ålderdom, som jag war dhen första daghen.”
Axel Oxenstierna

Det där var något jag översett.

3. Översatt

Bryning föll, och snäbba tåvar
Girrte gräfsande i våb;
Helt vymkliga satt bårågåvar,
Och den ville argan snåb.

Svensk översättning av första versen av Jabberwocky av Lewis Carroll. Enligt uppgift från någon gammal tecknad serieversion av Jabberwocky.

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3. Översatt

Σουρδείπνωνε, σουρδείπνωνε. Τα μυξερά σασβάνια
γύρβυναν στ’ αποστάχορτα μέσα, κι ανοιχτηρίζαν.
Κι ήταν λιγνάθλια πολύ τα σφουγγαρασχημάνια,
τ’ απόλα γουρουνόπρασα δίπλα σφυροφτελίζαν.

Νέα Ελληνικά. Översättning: Σωτήρης Κακίσης

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3. Översatt

Est brilgum: tovi slimici
In vabo tererotitant
Brogovi sunt macresculi
Momi rasti strugitant.

Latin. Översättare: okänd

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3. Översatt

I glummert lys den slyge spæg
stod gomrende og glim.
I børkens dyb stod mamren fjæg
og bungrede i skim.

Dansk. Översättare: Arne Herløv Petersen

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3. Översatt

Verdaustig war's, und glaße Wieben
rotterten gorkicht im Gemank.
Gar elump war der Pluckerwank,
und die gabben Schweisel frieben.

Deutsch. Översättare: Christian Enzensberger

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2. Natur

“Fast all naturen svingade vid susning,
med blad som vändes – flarn i fladderregn,
hon stilla dröjde i en ordlös tjusning
i rörlig sommarskuggas gröna hägn.”

Utdrag ur Drömmar Famnas från Kriser och kransar av
Birger Sjöberg.

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Her står jeg og stirrer mod Sveriges Kyst
og længes mod højere bjerge
Mit Hjerte tripper og basker af lyst
til at ta med den første færge
og glemme alt det onde
i lyse birkelunde
hvor unge piger ler...
men jeg må blive her
for ellers blir jeg søsyg.

Benny Andersen

Men tänk vilken ljuvlig barndom, om man bara sluppe dragspel!

Jag ärnade skriva ett vittert svar men gav tappt.

And now some music.

Gula bär: havtorn. Röda bär: hagtorn.

En bokstavs skillnad.

Hagtorn och havtorn.

…
And so on…

…
That never was ther no word hem bitwene
Of Ielousye, or any other tene.
…

…
And God, that al this wyde world hath wroght,
Sende him his love, that hath it dere a-boght.
For now is Palamon in alle wele,
Living in blisse, in richesse, and in hele;
And Emelye him loveth so tendrely,
And he hir serveth al-so gentilly,
…

竜, ryū, dragon.
Image: Ceiling decoration by Hokusai 北斎 in a Festival Float kept in the Hokusai Museum in Obuse in the Nagano Prefecture, Japan.
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I had not noticed that the middle telescope had two "eyes", which implies that the two side telescopes are "arms". I guess there is much more to discover in the drawing.

…
'I trowe ther nedeth litel sermoning
To make yow assente to this thing.
Com neer, and tak your lady by the hond.'
Bitwixen hem was maad anon the bond,
That highte matrimoine or mariage,
By al the counseil and the baronage.
And thus with alle blisse and melodye
Hath Palamon y-wedded Emelye.
…

More star gazing.

This time an illustration by Tove Jansson from her book Kometen kommer.

…
And, though he were a povre bacheler,
Sin he hath served yow so many a yeer,
And had for yow so greet adversitee,
It moste been considered, leveth me;
For gentil mercy oghte to passen right.'
Than seyde he thus to Palamon ful right;
…

…
And ever hath doon, sin that ye first him knewe,
That ye shul, of your grace, up-on him rewe,
And taken him for housbonde and for lord:
Leen me your hond, for this is our acord.
Lat see now of your wommanly pitee.
He is a kinges brother sone, pardee;
…

…
And loketh now, wher most sorwe is her-inne,
Ther wol we first amenden and biginne.
'Suster,' quod he, 'this is my fulle assent,
With al thavys heer of my parlement,
That gentil Palamon, your owne knight,
That serveth yow with wille, herte, and might,
…

…
'What may I conclude of this longe serie,
But, after wo, I rede us to be merie,
And thanken Iupiter of al his grace?
And, er that we departen from this place,
I rede that we make, of sorwes two,
O parfyt Ioye, lasting ever-mo;
…

…
Out of this foule prison of this lyf?
Why grucchen heer his cosin and his wyf
Of his wel-fare that loved hem so weel?
Can he hem thank? nay, God wot, never a deel,
That bothe his soule and eek hem-self offende,
And yet they mowe hir lustes nat amende.
…

…
For al forgeten is his vasselage.
Than is it best, as for a worthy fame,
To dyen whan that he is best of name.
The contrarie of al this is wilfulnesse.
Why grucchen we? why have we hevinesse,
That good Arcite, of chivalrye flour
Departed is, with duetee and honour,
…

…
And certeinly a man hath most honour
To dyen in his excellence and flour,
Whan he is siker of his gode name;
Than hath he doon his freend, ne him, no shame.
And gladder oghte his freend ben of his deeth,
Whan with honour up-yolden is his breeth,
Than whan his name apalled is for age;
…

…
'Thanne is it wisdom, as it thinketh me,
To maken vertu of necessitee,
And take it wel, that we may nat eschue,
And namely that to us alle is due.
And who-so gruccheth ought, he dooth folye,
And rebel is to him that al may gye.
…

…
The which is prince and cause of alle thing,
Converting al un-to his propre welle,
From which it is deryved, sooth to telle.
And here-agayns no creature on lyve
Of no degree availleth for to stryve.
…