Krzysztof Urbanowicz · English to Polish translator · Medical: Cardiology

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Krzysztof Urbanowicz

I translated three poetry books.

Bristol, England

Local time: 14:21 GMT (GMT+0)

Native in: Polish

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Polish to English: Jerzy Starzynski's one poem from a book I translated General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - Polish NIEDAMIROW PAZDZIERNIK Rzeka u Zrodla Niczym pasterz oblokow, siedze na wzgorzu i patrze. Choc jestem na krawedzi Ziemi i Nieba trudno ogarnac to, co widac Puszyste biale chmury przyblizaja niebo u stop opadajace laki z tylu na grzbiecie pasemko lasu z granica, ktorej nikt juz nie pilnuje Teraz malo kto tedy chodzi albo i nikt. Myslalem z wiatrem, dogladalem chmur kierujac je na polnoc nad zalew, lubia gromadzic sie tam I spadac razem do wody strugami deszczu. Potem idac lasem nasluchiwalem o czym szemrza drzewa. A co kryja w milczeniu, czy wiedza juz o mnie ptaki, a o czym nic nie slychac. Mchy jak zwykle uparcie milczaly, zaslaniajac sie przy probie nacisku przytulnym dotykiem. A wokolo pelno zdobnych kapeluszy, smuklych nozek surojadek i muchoborow Wylegly na spacer po lesie calymi rodzinami. Inne jeszcze, odwaznie wypusciwszy sie na laki, czochraly sie namietnie wsrod traw. Kanie plotkowaly w grupach skryte dyskretnie pod swierkami. Jedna,wyniosle smukla w ogromnym kapeluszu, wygrzewala sie samotnie na granicznej przesiece. To o niej wlasnie byla mowa. Rozrosly stary maslak slanial sie na rozslimaczonej nodze W tym stanie nic go juz nie porusza. Bezwstydnie pochylona nad nim dzika roza wabila czerwonym koralem, kolyszac sie lekko,lecz zupelnie nadaremnie. Szukalem wilkow przechodzacych ostatnio z poludnia na nasza strone, by choc z daleka spotkac je oko w oko I odejsc swoj droga Ale tego dnia byly gdzie indziej. Pozostaly mi rzadkie glosy ptakow, laki i pola u stop I zalesione wzgorza w oddali, z lustrem wody u podnuza, odbiciem ziemi i chmur. Chwilowy pejzaz bezczasu i bezruchu. Panujacy nad okolica Swiety Spokoj przenikal wszystko na wskros. Tylko wiatr ma tutaj cos do powiedzenia. Ale teraz i on zapadl sie w siebie i czekal, a trawy wyszumiawszy sie noca, pokladaly sie miekko i bezwolnie, przyjmujac milczaco moja obecnosc, wylegiwanie sie i zanurzanie w ich miekkim i cieplym od slonca gaszczu. Prawie nieruchomy obraz swiata nie zdradzal powolnej i cichej przemiany materii, w rytm poruszenia pluc, pulsowania jednego miesnia, ktory ostatecznie decyduje o wszystkim. Rozkolysany Ziemia bujalem w oblokach, zeglujac po chmurach na wietrze, na barkach ramion,pecherzach pluc, na skrzydlach ptaka niczym lotni! po Niebie po Wodzie Az przez lustra tafle wejrzalem w rybe po drugiej stronie przejrzalem jej nagle ciala poruszenie w powirze wody odebrane od Weza Glebiny, w otmetach toni ukrytego. To dla Niego spietrzono wody rzeki I ulano schronienie u podnoza gory. Niedamirow,pazdziernik 2012-maj 2014 translated by Krzysztof R.Urbanowicz	Translation - English NIEDAMIROW OCTOBER River at its spring Like a shepherd of clouds, am sitting on a hill watching around Although I am on the edge of the Earth and the Sky its not easy to encompass what I see fluffy white clouds bringing sky nearer down-hill meadows at my feet strip of forest at my back with border nobody looks after Hardly anybody walks there Or even nobody I was thinking together with the wind, supervising clouds Showing them the way to North and to the bay They love to gather there To fall down as stream of rain And than when walking through the forest I was straining my ears to catch what trees are murmuring and what they keep in silence do birds already know about my existence And what can't be heard at all forest moss as usual was mulish mute trying to cover themselves when only I try to press them a bit . With my snug touch And around so many decorative hats slender legs of some toadstools They went out for a walk with their whole families Others plucky pushed themselves forth to meadows Shafeling passionately between grass Edible mushrooms were gossiping in their groups Discreetly hidden underneath spruces One haughtily slim with a huge hut on Was basking in the sun by herself at bordering cutting She had been talked about well developed old mashroom was staggering on his well settled leg He can't be distracted by anything in such a state immodestly leaning over him a wild rose trying to lure with her red coral Was swinging gently but quite in vain I was searching for wolves coming from South to our side to see them face to face even from a long distance To return my way afterwards But that day they were somewhere else Just some uncommon voices of birds were left some meadows and field at my feet some wooded hills far off with mirror of water at their base With reflection of Earth and clouds Transient landscape of no time and no movement Saint peace reigning whole neighbourhood Was penetrating through it all Only the wind had still something to say to sink into himself and to wait All kinds of grasses having had some fun during previous night lied down passively and tenderly Accepting my presence with silence basking in their soft and warm from sun brushwood Almost motionless picture of the world didn't reveal slow and quite metabolism in the rhythm of motion of the lungs pulsation of one muscle Which decides about everything for good Swung by the Earth I was day dreaming navigating across clouds with the wind on shoulders of my arms, bladders of my lungs On wings of bird like on hang-glider across the sky across the water all the way through the water-level I inquired into fish on the other side I looked through her body sudden commotion received in whirl of water from The Snake of Depth Hidden in vortex it is him for whom waters of river were poured For him shelter at the foot of hill was stacked. Niedomiarow,pazdziernik 2012 -maj 2014 translated by Krzysztof R.Urbanowicz
English to Polish: Tom Sastry's one poem from a book a translated General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English JUST WORDS I'm sorry. The waterfall was just words. This is our bed.The birds never said Join us. They wanted to but they didn't know how.I'm sorry that the tent sleeps in a Co-op bag for life in the wardrobe. I'm sorry about the stars we can't see and the mountain we didn't reach. I'm sorry that it doesn't stop. What if I turn it all off? Listen.That's me, stopping the hissing of the water and padding back from the bathroom. I brush past the shirts on the rail and click the main light switch.The curtains whoosh and the sound changes colour. A pint of water lands on your table. I'm tactile-careful in the dark, and slow. Here I am.That's my voice. I'm lifting off the roof. A hundred years shut but it comes without a sight.I'm stopping the traffic and dimming the streetlights, the ones in your head.I'm muting those old arguments that go nowhere It doesn't matter if beautiful things are called spiritual.Not to us. We're bats,lovelier than birds. We're talking in sonar. We can't hear ourselves. written by Tom Sastry	Translation - Polish SLOWA JEDYNIE Przepraszam, Ten wodospad to jedynie slowa. Oto nasze lozko Laseczki nigdy nie powiedzialy Przylaczcie sie do nas Chcialy ale nie wiedzialy jak Przepraszam, ze namiot spi w szafie w torbie na zycie z Co-op'u. Przepraszam, za gwiazdy ktorych nie jestesmy w stanie dojrzec ani za gory na ktore nie mozemy sie wdrapac . Przepraszam, ze to sie nie zatrzymuje Co by bylo gdybym nagle sam wszystko powylaczal? Posluchaj. To tylko ja zatrzymuje szmer wody Bez dalszego obwijania bawelny zakrecam kurek. Przy pomocy pedzla czyszcze przeszlosc na torach Wciskam swiatlo glowne. Zaslony tworza odglos podmuchu Ktorego dzwiek zmienia kolor Szklanka wody laduje na twoim stole Jestem mily w dotyku w ciemnosci i powolny Oto ja. Oto moj glos. Podnosze do gory dach tego domu. Sto lat trzaslo z odglosem przelecialo i nie ma potrzeby wzdychac. Zatrzymuje ruch uliczny przyciemniam swiatla ulicy. I te w twojej glowie. Wyciszam stare klotnie, ktore do nikad nie prowadza. Nie ma wiekszego znaczenia czy nazywamy rzeczy piekne duchowymi. W kzadym razie bez znaczenia dla nas. Jestemy nietoperzami piekniejszymi od ptakow Mowimy po ksiezycowemu I nie slyszymy sie nawzajem. Autor polskiego przekladu Krzysztof R.Urbanowicz
English to Polish: Jeremy Toomb's one poem from a book I translated(American author) General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English THUNDERSTORM/SPRING SOFT RAIN FALLS Lighting brightens the night for a moment. The imprint on mind lasts longer. Thunder rolls around the sky. Thunder rolls around the sky. Rain keeps falling. My folks are sleeping unless the rainfall on the roof, the thunder or the lighting woke them. Lighting gets brighter. Thunder gets louder. Rain falls harder,shakes the leaves. I hear a roar off northeast of here.Sounds like a train. Like a train horn blowing,like a train rumbling. Train or wind, it's moving down now, away. Rain falls gentle now. There's a smell in the air:I can't tell you about it. Crickets singing now. What else can be said about a regular old spring storm? ` written by Jeremy Toombs	Translation - Polish BURZA/DELIKATNY WIOSENNY DESZCZ Piorun rozrasni na chwile noc Ale jego odcisk w umysle potrwa dluzej Burza zawiruje po niebie Pada deszcz Przyjaciele spia mimo kropel uderzajacych o dach domu Obudzi ich grzmot pioruna Jego blyski stana sie jeszcze jasniejsze A jego dzwiek spoterznieje Deszcz uderzy mocniej az zaczynie potrzasac liscmi Uslysze dzwieki dochodzace z polnocnego-wschodu. Brzmiace jak odglos pociagu Cos jakby dzwiek klaksonu czy trobki Uslysze jak sie bedzie toczyc po torach Pociag czy tez wiatr oddala sie Deszcz zacznie padac delikatniej W powietrzu uniesie sie zapach o ktorym trudno mi bedzie cokolwiek powiedziec Uslysze spiew swierszczy Co jeszcze Wam powiem W banalnym temacie wiosennej burzy ` + Na jezyk polski z jezyka angielskiego przelozyl Krzysztof R.Urbanowicz
English to Polish: Tim Vosper's one poem in my translation General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English The Art Of Showing Off It’s just me – and the deep blue sea Nothing more – nothing more except for... My friends chanting my name rhythmically And crowds of passers by who’ve stopped to see what all the fuss is about Saying “Look at this idiot” And I know That they mean me - and the deep blue sea And me – perched precariously On a wall, on a pier and there is no fear (Actually, there’s quite a lot of fear) Heart is thumping adrenaline pumping waiting for the moment that I’ll be jumping And I’ll take flight but I think I’ve lost sight of the fact that I am TERRIFIED of heights (What am I doing?!) But my mind is set and I won’t regret this is serious business ‘Cos this is a bet with one of my mates And you don’t chicken out of a bet... with Boris I must confess my initial distress is superseded by a feeling that I’m needing to impress My first thought is to get it over and done with But then I think to myself “There’s a crowd here. I’m going to milk this situation – for all its worth” (A little bit like I’m doing now). My arms are spread and I’m on one leg I’ll make the audience beg and I say “Ommmmm” And the crowd say “Ommmmm” And the ominous “ommmm” like a bee gone wrong Or a tone deaf mermaid with a REALLY rubbish song Is beckoning me into the void And it’s me – and the deep blue sea And the crowd and the wall and the seagulls call and we are all as one As I leap...from the pier and the audience cheer Something is replacing the sensation of fear For a millisecond, suspended in midair I experience the illusion of flight and invincibility Followed swiftly By the inevitability Of gravity And a wall of freezing water which slaps me back into reality As the crowd disperse I’m a bag of bones bobbing on the waves It’s just me – and the deep blue sea But for thirty seconds I was a hero. written by Tim Vosper	Translation - Polish Sztuka Popisywania sie To tylko ja – i glebokie blekine morze. Nic wiecej – ponad i za wyjatkiem Moich przyjaciol wyspiewajacych moje imie jak szante I tlum tych co przechodzac zatrzymali sie na troszke by zobaczyc po co to cale zamieszanie Mowia : ”Popatrz na tego idiote” I juz wiem ze maja na mysli moja osobe i to glebokie blekitne morze wlasnie mnie – siedzacego niepewnie na tej krwedzi Przy tej scianie,na molo bez strachu zupelnie (no nie tak, w rzeczywistosci jest mnostwo strachu) Serce wali mocno adrenalina pulsuje w zylach Czekaja chyba na momet kiedy rzuce sie do soku Rozpoczynam walke ale sobie uzmyslawiam ze przerazliwie boje sie wysokosci Boze co ja robie? Ale ponastawilem juz swoj umysl I za pozno teraz na zale bo to jest jednak powazna sprawa przeciez zalozylem sie z jednym ze swoich kumpli a nie zrywa sie zakladu z Borysem Wyznaje najszczerzej jak potrafie ze moj pocztkowy stres zostal stalmaszony przez potrzebe wywarcia wrazenia Teraz mysle juz tylko - no do przodu z tym szajsem do konca Mowie do samego siebie "Tam jest przeciez tlum" "Wyciagne jakas korzysc z tej opresji bo warto" ( Toche tak jak teraz w tym momencie) Wymachuje ramionami stojac na jednej nodze Zmuszam publicznosc do blagania i wymawiam buddyjsckie “Ommmmmm” I tlum krzyczy “Ommmmmmm” zlowieszcze “ommmmm”jak bzyczenie pszczoly ktorej sie we lbie pomieszalo albo jak dzwieki spiewu gluchej syreny z bardzo kiepska piosenka co neci mnie ku niewaznosci I znowu tylko ja i to niebieskie morze I tlum i murek i krzyk mew Jestesmy jednoscia Zrywam sie wreszcie z tego molo a publicznosc sie rozchmurza Cos zastepuje to uczucie strachu Przez ultra sekunde co zawisa w powietrzu Doswiadczam iluzji walki i bycia niepokonanym krok w krok sledzony Przez nieuniknione Sily przyciagania I te sciane lodowatej wody Co daje mi na powrot kopa ku rzeczywistosci Tlum sie rozprasza Pozostaje niczym worek kosci unoszony przez fale To tylko ja i to glebokie blekitne morze Ale przez trzydziesci sekund Bylem bohaterem z jezyka ngielskiego na jezyk polski przelozyl Krzysztof R.Urbanowicz

Master's degree - Wroclaw University Poland

Years of experience: 29. Registered at ProZ.com: Apr 2019.

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