Текст и перевод песни Хелависа - Гимн деревьям (Дуб, Терновник и Ясень)

Гимн деревьям (Дуб, Терновник и Ясень)

В Старой Англии, как всегда,
Зелёный лес прекрасен,
Но всех пышней и для нас родней
Терновник, Дуб и Ясень.
Терновник, Ясень и Дуб воспой,
День Иванов светел и ясен,
От всей души прославить спеши
Дуб, Терновник и Ясень.
Дуба листва была жива
До бегства Энея из Трои,
Ясеня ствол в небеса ушёл,
Когда Брут еще Лондон не строил.
Терновник из Трои в Лондон попал,
И с этим каждый согласен
Прежних дней рассказ сохранили для нас
Дуб, Терновник, и Ясень.
Могучий Тис ветвями повис -
Лучше всех его ствол для Лука.
Из Ольхи башмаки выходят легки,
И круглые чаши - из Бука.
Но подмётки протрёшь, но вино разольёшь,
А вот лук был в бою ненапрасен.
И вернёшься опять сюда воспевать
Дуб, Терновник и Ясень.
Вяз, коварный злодей, не любит людей;
Он ветров и бурь поджидает,
Чтобы ради утех сучья сбросить на тех,
Кто тени его доверяет.
Но путник любой, искушённый судьбой,
Знает, где его сон безопасен,
И, прервав дальний путь, ляжет он отдохнуть
Под Терновник, Дуб или Ясень...
Нет, попу не надо об этом знать,
Он ведь это грехом назовёт, -
Мы всю ночь бродили по лесу опять,
Чтобы вызвать лета приход.
И теперь мы новость вам принесли:
Урожай будет нынче прекрасен,
Осветило ведь солнце с южной земли
И Дуб, и Терновник, и Ясень...
Терновник, Ясень и Дуб воспой,
День Иванов светел и ясен!
До последних дней пусть цветут пышней
Дуб, Терновник и Ясень.
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"'Original (English)"'
Of all the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater is none beneath the sun,
Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer morn!)
Surely we sing of no little thing,
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oak of the Clay lived many a day,
Or ever Aeneas began.
Ash of the Loam was a Lady at home,
When Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town
(From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry
Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Yew that is old in churchyard-mould,
He breedeth a mighty bow.
Alder for shoes do wise men choose,
And beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled,
And your shoes are clean outworn,
Back ye must speed for all that ye need,
To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth
Till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him
That any way trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad,
Or mellow with wine from the horn,
He will take no wrong when he lieth along
'Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oh, do not tell the priest our plight,
Or he would call it a sin;
But--we have been out in the woods all night,
A-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you good news by word of mouth --
Good news for cattle and corn --
Now is the Sun come up from the south,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
(All of a Midsummer morn)!
England shall bide till Judgement Tide,
By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Hymn to the Trees (Oak, Blackthorn, and Ash)

In Old England, as always,
The green forest is beautiful,
But the most magnificent and dearest to us are
Blackthorn, Oak, and Ash.
Sing of Blackthorn, Ash, and Oak,
Midsummer's Day is bright and clear,
With all your heart, hurry to praise
Oak, Blackthorn, and Ash.
The Oak's leaves were alive
Before Aeneas fled from Troy,
The Ash's trunk reached the heavens,
When Brutus had not yet built London.
Blackthorn came to London from Troy,
And everyone agrees with this
The story of the old days has been preserved for us by
Oak, Blackthorn, and Ash.
The mighty Yew hangs with its branches -
Its trunk is the best for a bow.
Light shoes come from Alder,
And round cups from Beech.
But you'll wear out your soles, and spill your wine,
But the bow was not in vain in battle.
And you will return again to sing of
Oak, Blackthorn, and Ash.
Elm, the treacherous villain, does not like people;
It waits for winds and storms,
To drop branches on those for fun,
Who trust its shade.
But any traveler, experienced by fate,
Knows where his sleep is safe,
And, interrupting the long journey, he will lie down to rest
Under Blackthorn, Oak, or Ash...
No, the priest should not know about this,
He would call it a sin, after all -
We wandered through the forest all night again,
To summon the arrival of summer.
And now we have brought you news:
The harvest will be wonderful this year,
After all, the sun from the southern land illuminated
Both Oak, and Blackthorn, and Ash...
Sing of Blackthorn, Ash, and Oak,
Midsummer's Day is bright and clear!
May they bloom more magnificently until the last days
Oak, Blackthorn, and Ash.
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"'Original (English)"'
Of all the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater is none beneath the sun,
Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer morn!)
Surely we sing of no little thing,
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oak of the Clay lived many a day,
Or ever Aeneas began.
Ash of the Loam was a Lady at home,
When Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town
(From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry
Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Yew that is old in churchyard-mould,
He breedeth a mighty bow.
Alder for shoes do wise men choose,
And beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled,
And your shoes are clean outworn,
Back ye must speed for all that ye need,
To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth
Till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him
That any way trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad,
Or mellow with wine from the horn,
He will take no wrong when he lieth along
'Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oh, do not tell the priest our plight,
Or he would call it a sin;
But--we have been out in the woods all night,
A-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you good news by word of mouth --
Good news for cattle and corn --
Now is the Sun come up from the south,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
(All of a Midsummer morn)!
England shall bide till Judgement Tide,
By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!