Текст и перевод песни Ruhi Su - Prolog

Prolog

Bir oba kalkýp da yola koyuldu mu
Hayvanlarýn çanlarý baþlarmýþ konuþmaya!
Önde giden devenin çaný:
"Benim aðam zenginnndir! Benim aðam zenginnndir!"
Diye ötermiþ.
Ortada giden devenin çaný: "Neden neden neden neden? "
Diye ötermiþ.
Arkadan gelen devenin çaný da: "Ondan bundan
Ondan bundan ondan bundan ondan bundan"
Diye ötermiþ...
Bizim bu ozan dilimiz, doðru gören doðru söyleyen
Sazýmýz, dertlilere derman arayan Þaman dualarýndan beri
Böyle yargýlayýp geliyor...
Aldý Alaca daðýn, kara daðýn akan sularýn ayincisi.
Hem ayincisi, hem de oyuncusu olan Þaman kocasý.
Bakalým ne dedi:
" Allah, Bismillah! Ey Tanrým yanýldýðýmda bana yardým et!
Ey kopuzum! Doðru gör, doðru söyle!
Üyengi aðacýnýn kökünden oyarak aldýðým kopuzum!
Kýzýl çalý tobulgadan perdelerini yaptýðým kopuzum!
Yürük atýn kuyruðundan tel yaptýðým kopuzum!
Doðru gör, doðru söyle!
Söylenene uymazsan kulaklarýný burarým!
Seni yere çalarým! Oynayýp durduðum andýr bu an!
Çam kopuzumu elime aldým. Su yýlaný gibi dolandým döndüm..." Deyip kesti.
At ayaðý çabuk, ozan dili çevik olur derler.
Biz gelelim Kara Hoca′nýn oðlu Dedem Korkut'a.
Dedem Korkut′tan bir yiðit damar sürüp getirelim
Köroðlu'na. Aldý Çardaklý Çamlýbel'in kýrk delisinden biri,
Yusuf′un oðlu Koç Köroðlu.
Bakalým o da nasýl bir öðüt verdi, ne söyledi:

Prologue

When a tribe pulls up stakes and sets out on the road
The bells on their animals begin to chatter!
The camel leading the way's bell:
"My master is wealthy! My master is wealthy!"
Would chime.
The camel in the middle's bell: "Why, why, why, why?"
Would chime.
The camel following behind's bell: "From that, from this
From that, from this, from that, from this, from that, from this"
Would chime...
Our poet's tongue, seeing and speaking truth
Our saz, seeking healing for the afflicted, from the shamanic prayers of long ago
Has judged and spoken thus...
He who divinates the waters flowing from Mount Alaca, the dark mountain.
Both the diviner and the performer, the shaman.
Let us see what he said:
"Allah, Bismillah! O my God, help me when I err!
O my kopuz! See truly, speak truly!
My kopuz, carved from the root of the aspen tree!
My kopuz, with frets made from the stems of the red sandalwood!
My kopuz, with strings made from the tail of the swift horse!
See truly, speak truly!
If you disobey what is said, I will twist your ears!
I will strike you to the ground! This is the moment, this moment in which I play!
I took up my pinewood kopuz. I twisted and turned like a water snake..." He stopped.
They say the horse's foot is swift, the poet's tongue is nimble.
Let us come to Grandfather Korkut, son of Kara Hoca.
From Grandfather Korkut, let us bring a vein of valor
To Köroğlu. He took one of the forty madmen of Çardaklı Çamlýbel,
Yusuf's son, Koç Köroğlu.
Let us see how he counseled, what he said: