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Jumynüdyr

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1.
I don't know what I am going to do.
The flow of water can't be reversed.
Under your white wedding scarf1
you seem like a white swan.
Holding your ringed hand,
the groom leads you into a waltz.
As I wish happiness to your soul
and your family, my heart cries.
 
(chorus)
Jumynüdyr2, daughter of God,
you descended from the skies,
a vision appeared before me
for my bliss and for my sorrow.
Jumynüdyr, daughter of God,
oh, the way you smile!
But why, oh why
where you born for another?
 
2.
Oh, how you dance and sway to the tune
of wedding pipes and drums3
You're not mine, not mine!
I drink but tears for beer4,
a much too bitter treat,
for the bride is but the grief of my soul.
'bitter, bitter!'5 - so bitter indeed
is the shout I utter through my tears.
 
(chorus)
 
3.
I don't know what I am going to do.
A thought crossed my mind:
grabbing hold of you
and taking you far away.
You cast a glance over your shoulder,
as if you had felt my thought.
But you were not meant to, no,
you were not meant to be mine.
 

• 1. The Mari wedding scarf is white with embroideries and covers head and shoulders, leaving only the face visible.
• 2. a mythical creature, a daughter of God sent to Earth to marry mortal men
• 3. Mari wedding tunes use bagpipes and drums
• 4. the traditional drink in wedding parties
• 5. a ritual in weddings (common to Mari and Russian cultures) where the guests shout 'bitter, bitter!' while the groom and bride drink from the same cup to conjure bitterness away

Where art Thou?

Where art Thou
My own spring fowl?
Through the ages
Thou't saved in my soul.
The years are gone
Like a heaven clouds,
I always look forward
To meeting both us.
 
I hope that once
Through my nest
Thy long way'll pass
Where thou will rest.
Thy soul will find home
Once and for all
Thy soul will do warm
The rest of my fall.
 
Where art Thou
My own spring fowl?
Through the ages
Thou't saved in my soul.
The years are gone
Like a heaven clouds,
I always look forward
To meeting thee...