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Pozgarria da egun berrira
beste behin iratzartzea
eta oraindik ere bizirik
naizela konturatzea.
Egun on, Jauna, eta eskerrak,
hauxe da berriz sortzea
eta tratuan berriz izaki-gizakiekin jartzea.
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How wonderful it is
Waking up once again
To a new day that begins
And to be aware that I am still alive.
Good morning, Lord, and I thank you
For this is to be born again
And to connect with all beings and humans anew.
(english translation by Kattalin Velez de Mendizabal)
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Lurra hartu dut esku barruan,
eskutada lurra,
herriko neure lurra,
neure asaben lurra,
lurreko neure lurraren
lur puska ziurra.
Harriaren arreba
lurra hartu dut esku barruan,
euskaldunen ama lur,
uraren kideko lur,
suaren sostengu lur
zuraren orpoko lurra.
Lur hotza, lur beroa;
lur hila, lur bizia;
lur nabar, lur argia;
lur astun, lur arina;
lur samin, lur atsegin;
lur gogor, lur gozatsu;
lur iraindu, lur maite;
lur jator samurra.
Lurra hartu dut eskuan
mun emateko,
besarkatzeko,
bularrean herstutzeko
luzaro.
Eta gero,
neure burua baino
gorago jasoz eskua,
burutik behera utzi dut
sorbaldaz behera jausten,
neure lur guztiz behera,
lurrezko bataioaren
seinaletan.
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I took the soil in my hand
A handful of soil,
Soil of my homeland,
Soil of my ancestors,
A sturdy piece of soil
From my ground.
I have soil inside my hand
Sister of the stone
Motherland of the Basque
Companion of water
Sustainer of fire
Bearer of wood.
Cold soil, warm soil;
Dead soil, lively soil;
Dun soil, bright soil;
Heavy soil, light soil;
Sour soil, kind soil;
Hard soil, fertile soil;
Insulted soil, loved soil;
Simple and faithful soil.
I took the soil in my hand
To kiss it,
Embrace it,
To hold it tight against my chest
For a long time.
And then,
Holding my hand
Above myself,
I let the soil fall onto my head,
Down to my shoulders,
Into the ground,
As a sign of a soil baptism.
(english translation by Kattalin Velez de Mendizabal)
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Pasatzen dira hodeiak
04:24
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Pasatzen dira hodeiak,
txoriak, gaua, eguna.
Pasatzen gara geu ere.
Pasatzen gara ta ez da
egundo inon geratzen
utzi beharko genukeen
eho genuen ehuna.
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They pass,
The clouds, the birds, the night, the day
We are passing too.
We pass away,
But nothing stays where it should,
The cloth that we wove,
That we should have left.
(english translation by Kattalin Velez de Mendizabal)
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Maite dut bizitza
16:38
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Maite dut bizitza,
maite dut,
eta bizipoza opa diot
bizitzari.
Bizipoza opa diot
bizi nazala dasaidan
kontzientziari.
Bizipoza bizirik
dakusdan inguruari.
Bizitzaren grazia
Bizi duen bizidun
orori opa diot
bizipoza.
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I love life,
I do,
And I wish life itself the joy of being alive.
I wish the joy of life
To my conscious that tells me to live.
The joy of life
To my surroundings that are alive.
I wish the joy of being alive
To everyone who lives the grace of life.
(english translation by Kattalin Velez de Mendizabal)
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Poems by Father Bitoriano Gandiaga
(english translation by Kattalin Velez de Mendizabal)
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Pozgarria da egun berrira
beste behin iratzartzea
eta oraindik ere bizirik
naizela konturatzea.
Egun on, Jauna, eta eskerrak,
hauxe da berriz sortzea
eta tratuan berriz izaki-gizakiekin jartzea.
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How wonderful it is
Waking up once again
To a new day that begins
And to be aware that I am still alive.
Good morning, Lord, and I thank you
For this is to be born again
And to connect with all beings and humans anew.
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Lurra hartu dut esku barruan,
eskutada lurra,
herriko neure lurra,
neure asaben lurra,
lurreko neure lurraren
lur puska ziurra.
Harriaren arreba
lurra hartu dut esku barruan,
euskaldunen ama lur,
uraren kideko lur,
suaren sostengu lur
zuraren orpoko lurra.
Lur hotza, lur beroa;
lur hila, lur bizia;
lur nabar, lur argia;
lur astun, lur arina;
lur samin, lur atsegin;
lur gogor, lur gozatsu;
lur iraindu, lur maite;
lur jator samurra.
Lurra hartu dut eskuan
mun emateko,
besarkatzeko,
bularrean herstutzeko
luzaro.
Eta gero,
neure burua baino
gorago jasoz eskua,
burutik behera utzi dut
sorbaldaz behera jausten,
neure lur guztiz behera,
lurrezko bataioaren
seinaletan.
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I took the soil in my hand
A handful of soil,
Soil of my homeland,
Soil of my ancestors,
A sturdy piece of soil
From my ground.
I have soil inside my hand
Sister of the stone
Motherland of the Basque
Companion of water
Sustainer of fire
Bearer of wood.
Cold soil, warm soil;
Dead soil, lively soil;
Dun soil, bright soil;
Heavy soil, light soil;
Sour soil, kind soil;
Hard soil, fertile soil;
Insulted soil, loved soil;
Simple and faithful soil.
I took the soil in my hand
To kiss it,
Embrace it,
To hold it tight against my chest
For a long time.
And then,
Holding my hand
Above myself,
I let the soil fall onto my head,
Down to my shoulders,
Into the ground,
As a sign of a soil baptism.
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Pasatzen dira hodeiak,
txoriak, gaua, eguna.
Pasatzen gara geu ere.
Pasatzen gara ta ez da
egundo inon geratzen
utzi beharko genukeen
eho genuen ehuna.
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They pass,
The clouds, the birds, the night, the day
We are passing too.
We pass away,
But nothing stays where it should,
The cloth that we wove,
That we should have left.
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Maite dut bizitza,
maite dut,
eta bizipoza opa diot
bizitzari.
Bizipoza opa diot
bizi nazala dasaidan
kontzientziari.
Bizipoza bizirik
dakusdan inguruari.
Bizitzaren grazia
Bizi duen bizidun
orori opa diot
bizipoza.
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I love life,
I do,
And I wish life itself the joy of being alive.
I wish the joy of life
To my conscious that tells me to live.
The joy of life
To my surroundings that are alive.
I wish the joy of being alive
To everyone who lives the grace of life.
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