Our World, Our Rights
Romanian translation: Lumea noastra, Drepturile noastre
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peer agreement (net): +6Planeta noastra, Drepturile noastre Explanation: or Lumea noastra, Drepturile noastre -------------------------------------------------- Note added at 2002-06-02 01:07:21 (GMT) -------------------------------------------------- first frase means Our Planet, Our Rights and second means Our World, Our Rights I like better in Romanian \"planet\" but this is a personal opinion -------------------------------------------------- Note added at 2002-06-02 01:11:28 (GMT) -------------------------------------------------- noastră = with diacritics instead of noastra, the rest is unchanged -------------------------------------------------- Note added at 2002-06-02 03:14:28 (GMT) -------------------------------------------------- Obviously, Planeta ......(Our Planet...) works only if the idea was \" the entire world\". More context would help. I didn\'t write \"Planeta Noastra....\" only because I think (personal opinion again) that \"Planeta noastra...\" looks better. Same for \"Lumea..\" -------------------------------------------------- Note added at 2002-06-02 05:32:14 (GMT) -------------------------------------------------- Pamantul nostru, Drepturile noastre - is an other option; it means \"Our Land, Our Rights\". I am not so sure about this one because , as far as I know, many young Romanians are trying to distance themselves from archaic Romanian and from sentimentalism. I happen not to be one of them :-) so I am sending you a translation (not mine ) of a poem about our (and not only ours) love for land (read country as well). One of my teachers sustained that Franco killed many people trying to find out who is the author of this \"outrageous\" poem and the only reason he never did was that nobody knew the author! I\'ve never verified this story but I am sending you this poem because is one of my favorites and I am sure that many other people in Romania (maybe not very young people) feel the same. By the way, Pamantul can be translated as Earth. George Cosbuc -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We want land I\'m hungry, naked, homeless, through, Because of loads I had to carry; You\'ve spat on me, and hit me - marry, A dog I\'ve been to you ! Vile lord, whom winds brought to this land, If hell itself gives you free hand To tread us down and make us bleed, We will endure both load and need, The plough and harness yet take heed, We ask for land! Whene\'er you see a crust of bread, Though brown and stale, we see\'s no more; You drag our sons to ruthless war, Our daughters to your bed. You curse what we hold dear and grand, Faith and compassion you have banned; Our children starve with want and chill And we go mad with pity, still We\'d bear the grinding of your mill, Had we but land ! You\'ve turned into a field of corn The village graveyard, and we plough And dig out bones and weep and mourn Oh, had we ne\'er been born ! For those are bones of our own bone, But you don\'t care, o hearts of stone ! Out of our house you drive us now, And dig our dead out of their grave; A silent corner of their own The land we crave ! Besides, we want to know for sure That we, too, shall together lie, That on the day on which we die, You will not mock the poor. The orphans, those to us so dear, Who o\'er a grave would shed a tear, Won\'t know the ditches where we rot; We\'ve been denied a burial plot Though we are Christians, are we not ? We ask for land, d\'you hear ? Nor have we time to say a prayer, For time is in your power too; A soul is all we have, and you Much you do care ! You\'ve sworn to rob us of the right To tell our grievances outright; You give us torture when we shout, Unheard-of torture, chain and clout And lead when, dead tired, we cry out: For land we\'ll fight ! What is it you\'ve here buried ? say ! Corn ? maize ? We have forbears and mothers, We, fathers, sisters dear and brothers ! Unwished - for guests, away ! Our land is holy, rich and brave, It is our cradle and our grave; We have defended it with sweat And blood, and bitter tears have wet Each palm of it - so, don\'t forget: \'Tis land we crave ! We can no more endure the goads, No more the hunger, the disasters That follow on the heels of masters Picked from the roads ! God grant that we shall not demand Your hated blood instead of land ! When hunger will untie our ties And poverty will make us rise. E\'en in your grave we will chastise You and your band ! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- Note added at 2002-06-02 06:50:34 (GMT) -------------------------------------------------- PLEASE!!! Send us some context. We can\'t disagree because we have no context. Literal translation is \"Lumea Noastră, Drepturile Noastre\" - no challenge there!!! -------------------------------------------------- Note added at 2002-06-02 18:04:47 (GMT) -------------------------------------------------- \" Lumea Noastră, Drepturile Noastre\" wins by popular vote |
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