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I. Les campanes.
Original Text:
Nanc, nanc!
Les campanes del barranc
tenen batall de baladre
Ronda del Cel un núvol blanc
sorrudament, com un lladre.
Nanc, nanc!
El meu xiquet vol dormir
i la canço l’amoïna.
El núvol, com un sospir,
el somni torna boirina.
Nanc, nanc!
El núvol és un vaixell,
que per l’infinit navega.
També el meu fillet, com ell
al bres de mon cor batega!
Nanc, nanc!
Translated Text:
Nanc, nanc!
The church bells¹
have a poisonous battle.²
A white cloud circles the sky,
taciturn, like a thief.
Nanc, nanc!
My child wants to sleep
[but] the song worries him.
The cloud, like a sigh,
turns the dream into fog.
Nanc, nanc!
The cloud is a ship
that sails through infinity.
Also my son, like him,
[in] the cradle of my heart beats.
Nanc, nanc!
Note:
1.) The original text “Les campanes del barranc” literally translates as “The bells of the ravine,” referring to church bells that echo in mountainous areas like Bocairent, Spain.
2.) Baladre, meaning “nerium oleander”, is a poisonous shrub. The word is derived from the Latin word “veraetrum” of the same meaning.
II. La llar
Original Text:
La filla plora de fred
i per a fer-la dormir
sa mare canta baixet
com un sospir:
–Si ma veu fóra una flama
cremaria el món sencer!
“La meva xiqueta és l’ama
del corral i del carrer!”
Amb l’encis de la cançó
la xiqueta tanca el ulls.
La mare pren, per guardó,
sos cabells rulls.
–¡Si mon braç fóra una rama
com floriria el foguer!
“La meva xiqueta és l’ama
del corral i del carrer!”
Al bres, com en una llar,
s’encén foc amorosit.
La mare no pot cantar
i s’ha dormit.
I l’airet diu la proclama
de la trona i el dosser:
“La meva xiqueta és l’ama
del corral i del carrer!”
Translated Text:
The daughter cries [of] cold,
and to make her sleep,
her mother sings softly
like a sigh:
-If my voice were a flame,
it would burn the whole world!
“My little girl is the lady¹
of the corral and of the street!”
With the charm of song,
the girl closes her eyes.
The mother takes care
of her curly hair.
-If my arm were a branch,
how the bonfire would flourish!
“My little girl is the lady¹
of the corral and the street!”
In the cradle, as in a home,
a fire of love is kindled.
Mom can’t sing
and he fell asleep.
And the air says the proclamation
of the high chair and the canopy:
“My little girl is the lady¹
of the corral and the street!”
Note:
1.) L’ama, meaning “mistress,” is changed to “lady” in the translation as it is more commonly used to describe a woman at the head of a household.
III. Mareta
Original Text:
El blanc fillet té soneta
i sa mare el fa dormir
cantant-li una cançoneta
que de xiqueta va oir.
És la canço tan bonica,
que mai no la sap cantar:
És la cançó que publica
el bres etern de la mar
Dorm-te, fillet meu!
Tin son!
Ta mare et durá la creu
del món!
Translated Text:
The white boy has a lullaby
and his mother puts him to sleep
singing him a little song
she heard as a child.
It’s such a beautiful song,
no one knows how to sing it:
It’s the song that reveals
the eternal cradle of the sea.
Go to sleep, my son!
Have sleep!
Your mother will carry you
across the world!
IV. Tan tarantan
Original Text:
Quan vindrà Març tornarà l’oroneta;
la Privamera farà poms de flor,
i per dormir a la meva xiqueta
voldré cantar i lliurar-la de por
Tan, tarantan! dirà la campaneta.
Tan, tarantan! la cançó del meu cor.
Quan vull bresar ma filleta menuda
sols un sospir mou al ritme del bres.
I ella, escoltant la cançó coneguda,
com un capoll dorm al calze d’un bes.
Tan, tarantan! que la son benvinguda,
tan, tarantan! és perfum sense pes.
Translated Text:
When March comes, the swallow will return.
The spring will make bunches of flowers,
and to sleep, my little girl
I’ll want to sing and deliver her from fear.
Tan, tarantan! The bell will ring.
Tan, tarantan! The song of my heart.
When I want to kiss my little girl,
only a sigh moves to the rhythm of the cradle.
And she, listening to the well-known song,
like a cocoon sleeps in the chalice of a kiss.
Tan, tarantan! That you are welcome,
Tan, tarantan! It's a perfume without weight.
V. Dorm!
Original Text:
Per què plora el meu xiquet
i no s’ha dormit encara?
Dorm-te, fillet?
Dorm-te, ara!
El món és negre i és trist
i té la cara molt lletja.
Ell ja t’ha vist
i té enveja!
No vulgues obrir els ulls
ara que la son t’implora:
Voràs abrulls
a la vora!
Si plores perquè tens por
a la tenebra infinida,
pren el meu cor
i ma vida!
Dorm, fill meu, que vull cantar
ton somni de tots els dies!
Deixa’m vetllar
quan somnies!
Translated Text:
Why does my child cry
and hasn’t fallen asleep yet?
Fall asleep, son?
Fall asleep, now!
The world is black and sad
and has a very ugly face.
He has seen you,
and he is envious!
You don’t want to open your eyes
as the sound implores you:
You will see thorns¹
nearby!
If you cry because you’re afraid
[of] the infinite darkness,
take my heart
and my life!
Sleep, my son, I want to sing
your dreams everyday!
Let me watch over you
when you dream!
Note:
1.) Abrulls, meaning “tribulus terrestris”, is a type of thorny vine. The word originates from the phrase “obre els ulls”, which means “open the eyes”.
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