Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Exodus's Money Shot

Here’s the next section of Exodus, with the big show: the parting of the Red Sea (ll. 278 ff. ).  Leading up to this "green sign" (l. 280), is a fairly breathless description of the flight of the Israelites, and the hot pursuit of the Egyptians.



                                                       Wolves sang
165     a terrifying evening-song in expectation of food:
            ruthless animals, death-bold, waited
            on the track of (i.e., behind) the enemies for the troop-force’s fall.
            The border-guards bellowed in the middle of the night;
            the fated/doomed spirit fled; the troops were attacked.
170          Sometimes proud thanes measured the mile-paths (i.e., tracks)
            away from the host on the backs of horses.
            There the banner-king rode in front
            with the banner, prince of men, with the border-troop;
            the battle-guardian of men fastened on (his) war-helmet,
175     the king, (his) chin-guard—standards flashed—
            in expectation of war, rattled (his) battle-links (i.e., chain mail),
            commanded the sturdy army-platoon to hold carefully
            his select-battalion. Comrades looked
            with hostile eyes on the coming of the land-men (i.e., Egyptians).
180     Around him (i.e., Pharaoh) fearless fighters moved,
            gray/seasoned battle-wolves attacked in a skirmish,
            thirsty for fury-battle, prince-loyal (i.e., loyal to their leader).
            (He) had picked out for himself from the throng of people
            two thousand glory-blessed (ones)
185     --those were kings and close-kin—
            by the ancient right, dear to the nobles:
            then (he) led out  each one,
            every male warrior,
            those that he could find at that time.
190     The native men (i.e., Egyptians) were all together,
            kings in a corps. In that crowd,
            the familiar horn often announced to young warriors,
*          the battle-force of men, where they should carry their gear.
            So the dark host brought reinforcements there,
195     (an) enemy against (their) enemies, a multitude of nation-troops,
            in the thousands; (they) were ready (to rush) there.
            They had resolved to shatter with swords
            the tribe of Israel in the pre-dawn
            among the mighty multitudes for their brother-payment (i.e., in revenge for their brothers).
200     Therefore in the dwellings a wailing went up,
            a horrific evening-song, terrors hovered,
            slaughter-nets (i.e., corslets?) slowed (them); then came a cry,
            bold speeches flew. The foe was single-minded/resolute,
            the host was war-bright, until a mighty angel,
205     he who looked on the multitudes, pushed apart the proud ones,
            so that the enemies there no longer could
            see together among themselves: (their) path was divided.
            The fugitive (lit., one forced to travel) had a night-long space
            although furious enemies lay in wait on either side:
210     (whether) troops or the sea-stream; they had no other way out.
            (They) were despairing of (their) homeland-right (i.e., their rightful homeland),
            sat (down) along the hills in bright clothes,
            expecting woes;  watching, all that kin-troop
            awaited, gathered together
215     the greater force until Moses ordered
            the earls at twilight with brass bugles,
            the people to gather, the bold (ones) to rise up,
            to take their corslets (lit., links), to think on courage,
            to bear bright equipment, to summon with standards
220     the troop near the sand.  Swiftly the guards
            remembered (their) war-song—the host was ready—
            dashed over the hills—heard bugles—
            the sailors to the tents (lit., field-houses): the army was in haste.
            Then they amassed (lit., counted) against that malice-hate (i.e., malicious hatred)
 225    twelve foot-patrols/tribes of (men) brave at heart
            in the advancing army; the force was stirred up.
            There was in each one of the noble tribes
            fifty choice platoons in folk-number (i.e., in number)
            with shields selected from the armies of the people.
230     Each of the choice platoons of this famous host
            of spear-bearers, war-makers,
            had, all told, ten hundred glory-blessed (ones):
            that was a warlike host. The weak did not attack
            in that soldier-count of army leaders,
235     --those who might not yet because of (their) youth
            protect the chest-net (i.e., corslet) of men
            from the enemy’s arrow behind board-shields
            nor had they (yet) experienced a harm-wound for themselves
            over the shield’s rim, the mark of a body-cut,
240     in the glory-sport (i.e., battle) of spears. The old were not allowed,
            grizzled battle-warriors, to thrive (i.e., participate) in war
            if (their) strength diminished in the courage-heap (i.e., troop),
            but the war-band was chosen for (their) prowess,
            how they would accomplish for the nation
245     (their) courage with honor, also (how) by the skill of their strength
            (they) could handle the grip of the spear-shaft. ??
            Then the army of hand-brave (ones) was gathered,
            ready for the forward-path (i.e., attack). The banner travelled up,
            the brightest of beams; then all (of them) waited still
250     for (the moment) when the journey-messenger near the sea-streams,
            light over the shields, would break/pierce the air-roof.??[1]
            The war-caller (herald) then leapt up before the heroes
            the bold battle-announcer, heaved up his shield
            ordered the folk-commanders in the army to be quiet
255     as long as they listened to the brave man’s decree.
            The shepherd of the kingdom wanted to speak
            over the best in battle with a holy voice,
            the leader of the hosts spoke with honor-memory (i.e., honor):
            “Do not be the more afraid, although Pharaoh has brought
260     against you vast armies of sword –fighters,
            a countless number of earls. To all of them
            the mighty Lord will, by my hand,
            pay them back for (their) deed-damages on this day.
            so that they might live no longer
265     to thrash the tribe of Israel with troubles.
            Do not fear the dead foot-troops,
            (their) doomed soul-containers (i.e., bodies): the time is at end
            for their fleeting (lit., loaned) lives.  The teaching of God
            has been pulled out of your hearts.  I will give you better advice:
270     that you should honor the Prince of glory
            and ask the Life-Lord for delights for yourselves,
            the salvation of victories, wherever you may travel.
            It is the eternal God of Abraham,
            the Lord of first-creation, who protects this army,
275     heroic and power-brave, with His great hand.”
            The Prince of the living lifted up
            a loud voice when he spoke to the peoples:
            “What you now look on with (your) eyes,
            most precious of peoples, (is) a sudden-miracle
280     how I myself and this right hand struck
            the depths of the sea with a green (i.e., growing?) sign.
            A wave travels up, the water quickly
            works (itself) into a wall-fortress. The ways/paths are (now) dry,
            the glistening war-streets, the ocean opened up,
285     (its) ancient foundations, on which I have not heard
            men over middle-earth ever to have traveled,
            mottled fields, which afterwards
            waves have covered over for all eternity,
            the sealed over sea-floor. A south-wind drove away
290     the bath-way’s (i.e., the sea’s) blasting; the brine was ripped off;
            the sea-retreat spat up sand.  I know the truth for certain,
            that mighty God has made known to you his mercy,
            you ancient-happy (i.e., blessed as of old) earls!   Urgency/haste is best
            that you get out of the grip of enemies
295     now that the Possessor has piled up
            the red streams into a shield-refuge (i.e., protecting barrier).
            The fore-walls are then built up,
            amazing wave-passage, up to the clouds’ roof.”
                  After these words all the throng arose,
300     that force of courageous (ones); the sea waited quietly.
            Battle-select (ones) raised white linden-shields
            banners in the sand. The sea-wall climbed high,
            stood vertical next to the Israelites
            for the period of a day. The troop of earls was
305     of one mind [….]
            They kept the peace-agreement in a firm embrace:
            not at all did they hate the holy (one’s) teaching
            when the beloved (one’s) melody, near the (moment) of action,
            the sound and the harmony of (his) song grew stronger.
310          Then the fourth tribe went first,
            waded into the wave-stream, warriors in a throng,
            over the green ground. A foot-soldier of Judah,
            (walked) in a hurry (over) the strange pathway
            before his close-kin. So mighty God
315     paid him a vast reward for his day-work,
            afterwards granted him the triumph of victory-deeds,
            that he would have authority
            over the royal-kingdom, the riches of (his) family-kin/knee-kin.
                  They had erected a beacon for themselves as a banner/sign
320     when they climbed into the sea, over the shield-wall
            into the spear-throng, the greatest of troop-folk:
            a golden lion, the fiercest of beasts.
            They did not wish to endure for long
            any humiliation by the side of their army-leader (i.e. Judah), while still alive,
325     when they raised up their spear-shafts for battle
            against any nation. A storm was starting (lit., in its beginning)
            hard hand-sport; (there were) brave boy-soldiers
            warriors unafraid of the death-blows of weapons,
            bloody sword-swaths,  the onrush of  the battle-force,
330     !!grinding of grim-helmets!!, wherever Judah went.
                  Behind the army a boat-crew, Reuben’s sons,
            showed their bravery: the sea-vikings bore
            shields over the salt marsh,
            a multitude of men, a vast counter-army
335     advanced unafraid. He (i.e., Ruben) had destroyed (lit., put to sleep)
            his authority/rule with sins so that later he went
            behind the loved one (i.e., Judah)--his noble brother
            had taken away from him the right of the first born
            in land-sharing, wealth and nobility; for all that, though, he was not a coward.
340          The sons of Simeon set off after them
            with battalions of people, came with platoons,
            the third folk-force (banners fluttered
            over that spear-procession), the battle-select pressed on,
            their spear-shafts moist (with sweat). Morning-sounds came
345     over the sea, a certain one of God’s beacons,
            a sea-bright morning.  The men went forward.
                  Then one folk-troop advanced there after the other
            in iron-armies. One (man) guided
            the greatest of might-glories/hosts—for that he became famous—
350     onto the forward-paths, the people after the cloud(pillar),
            tribe after tribe. Each (clan) recognized
            the right of descent (lit., kin-city), as Moses taught them,
            the lineage of earls. They had one father,[2]
            beloved folk-prince, (his) land-rights flourished,
355     old/wise in spirit, dear to (his) noble-kinsmen.
            He brought forth a nation (lit., knee-kin) of fierce men,
            a holy people, that very high-father,
            the tribe of the Israelites, “the upright of God,”[3]
            so that ancient (ones) with skill reckon (him to be),
360     those who had heard most about lineages (lit., kin-city),
            the origin of souls, of every father-line.
            Noah floated over the fresh floods,
            glory-firm prince, with his three sons,
            (over) the deepest of drowning-floods
365     which (ever) occurred in this world-kingdom.
            He had in his heart holy faith;
            for that reason he led over the sea-streams
            the greatest of treasure-hoards, to my knowledge.
            (He) had in life-protection all earth-kind
370     in the world, the everlasting survivors,
            the first-generation of each, father and mother
            of those brood-producing (ones). The wise seafarer
            counted up by number more diverse (creatures)
            than men know.  (Those) warriors also transported
375     every seed in the embrace (i.e., hold) of their ship
            which heroes under the heavens make use of.
            Thus with words wise men say this:
            that Abraham’s father in the folk-line
            was ninth from Noah.
380     That is the Abraham for whom the God of angels
            made a new name; also near and far
            He gave into his holding holy troops,
            authority over warrior-nations. In exile he lived his days.
            Then he led the most lovely of living souls
385     at the Holy (one’s) behest; (they) climbed up to high land,
            those close-kinsmen, onto the cliff/mountain of Zion.
           


[1]
[2] Probably Abraham, as Lucas notes (122n353b).
[3] A translation of rectus Domini, Jerome’s etymology of “Israel.”

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Not Dead...

Ok, skeptics. Yes, I have had a bit of a hiatus in posting to "Blogging the Corpus": had to take care of some boring but important business at work. But...I'm back.  And in this entry, I need to give props to Miller Oberman, a graduate student at UCONN, but more importantly, a gifted poet. We have been toying around with the idea of working together in some way on the gigantic Corpus translation project, and spent a wonderful scotch-fueled evening on Riddle 1 of the Exeter Book. I know that whatever is wonderful in this translation belongs to Miller's craft and ear, and perhaps a bit to the whisky.

Check out this unintentionally hilarious youtube video of our Scotch du soir:

Youtube Review of Aberlour A'bunadh

So, on to Riddle #1: we may want to fuse what editors have called riddles 1-3 in due course, but for now this is the traditional #1 by itself:


Which hero is so hardy and so head-crafty
that can say who drives me on a journey,
when, strong, I ascend, sometimes savage,
powerful, roar, sometimes in revenge
5          fly through the world, fire the folk-halls,
            sack buildings?  Smoke swirls up,
            red/rusty over the roofs. There is a roar on the earth,
            butcher-death of men, when I beat the woods,
            groves blossom-blown, bring down trees,
10       (when), with water for my roof, I’m whipped on a journey,
            sent far and wide/far forth by strong forces;
            I have on my back what once hid bands
            of earth-dwellers, bodies and breath,
            together in water. Tell who covers me,
15       or what I’m called, who lifts this load.