The Zincali: An Account of the Gypsies of SpainBorrow, George
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The Zincali: An Account of the Gypsies of Spain
Borrow, George
Romanies -- Languages; Romanies -- Spain
Míry dad, odoi oprey adrey tíro tatcho tan; Medeveleskoe si tíro nav;
awel tiro tem, be kairdo tiro lav acoi drey pov sá odoi adrey kosgo tan:
dey mande ke-divvus miry diry morro, ta fordel man sor so mé pazzorrus
tute, sá mé fordel sor so wavior mushor pazzorrus amande; ma riggur man
adrey kek dosch, ley man abri sor wafodu; tiro se o tem, tíro or
zoozli-wast, tiro or corauni, kanaw ta ever-komi. Avali. Tatchipen.
LITERAL TRANSLATION
My Father, yonder up within thy good place; god-like be thy name; come
thy kingdom, be done thy word here in earth as yonder in good place.
Give to me to-day my dear bread, and forgive me all that I am indebted to
thee, as I forgive all that other men are indebted to me; not lead me
into any ill; take me out (of) all evil; thine is the kingdom, thine the
strong hand, thine the crown, now and evermore. Yea. Truth.
THE BELIEF
Mé apasavenna drey mi-dovvel, Dad soro-ruslo, savo kedas charvus ta pov:
apasavenna drey olescro yeck chavo moro arauno Christos, lias
medeveleskoe Baval-engro, beano of wendror of medeveleskoe gairy Mary:
kurredo tuley me-cralliskoe geiro Pontius Pilaten wast; nasko pré rukh,
moreno, chivios adrey o hev; jas yov tuley o kálo dron ke wafudo tan,
bengeskoe stariben; jongorasa o trito divvus, atchasa opré to tatcho tan,
Mí-dovvels kair; bestela kanaw odoi pré Mi-dovvels tacho wast Dad
soro-boro; ava sig to lel shoonaben opré mestepen and merripen.
Apasa-venna en develeskoe Baval-engro; Boro develeskoe congrí, develeskoe
pios of sore tacho foky ketteney, soror wafudu-pénes fordias, soror mulor
jongorella, kek merella apopli. Avalí, palor.
LITERAL TRANSLATION
I believe in my God, Father all powerful, who made heaven and earth; I
believe in his one Son our Lord Christ, conceived by Holy Ghost, {432}
born of bowels of Holy Virgin Mary, beaten under the royal governor
Pontius Pilate’s hand; hung on a tree, slain, put into the grave; went he
down the black road to bad place, the devil’s prison; he awaked the third
day, ascended up to good place, my God’s house; sits now there on my
God’s right hand Father-all-powerful; shall come soon to hold judgment
over life and death. I believe in Holy Ghost; Great Holy Church, Holy
festival of all good people together, all sins forgiveness, that all dead
arise, no more die again. Yea, brothers.
SPECIMEN OF A SONG IN THE VULGAR OR BROKEN ROMMANY
As I was a jawing to the gav yeck divvus,
I met on the dron miro Rommany chi:
I puch’d yoi whether she com sar mande;
And she penn’d: tu si wafo Rommany,
And I penn’d, I shall ker tu miro tacho Rommany,
Fornigh tute but dui chavé:
Methinks I’ll cam tute for miro merripen,
If tu but pen, thou wilt commo sar mande.
TRANSLATION
One day as I was going to the village,
I met on the road my Rommany lass:
I ask’d her whether she would come with me,
And she said thou hast another wife.
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