Заклятие (Аркона) - original text
Ой-да свято-свято заклянаю
Заклянаю Роде, Роде! Заклянаю тя
Да словом ярым - оком жарым
Отче, на земь обращаю
Да во птаху сизую
Ой-да как птахой сизою
Да полетай ты да по низу
Полетай ты да по низу
Да по низу облети
Да Матерь - Землю облети
Да Свято - Слово возгласи
Да гласом молви Слово - Славу
Слово - Славу здесь на яву
Да на яву, на яву
Да узрим тропу родову!
Гой, на рассвете, гой!
Огнь воскресится
То треба моя ко небу стремится
Роса-Зорюшка, дай воды напиться
Роду - Батюшке в ноги поклониться
По тропе шагай ты, Роде
Гой! Ты по тропе шагай
Да длани ой широкие - де
Да ко люду распластай
Да ты ко люду опусти
Да силушкой да славной награди
Буде сила во главах
Да родовых сынах!
Гой, Великий! Многоликий!
Прими требу, огнем в небо!
Стань пред нами! Да во Яви!
Оком в Прави, дланью в Нави!
Дай - де силы, Здесь стоящим!
В твои очи, да смотрящим!
Прими справу, трижды слава! Отче, слава!
Incantation (Arkona) - literal translation
Oh, yeih, sacredly, sacredy invocate you,
Yeh, through ardent word and fervent eye,
Father, turn toward the earth,
And [turn] into glaucous bird,
And like a glaucous bird
Fly low above the dirt!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Fly low just above the dirt,
Low, fly over, fly over,
Fly over Mother – Earth
And the Holy Word announce,
With your voice announce Word-Slava*,
Word-Slava here in the Present
And in the Present, in light of day
We will see ancestral path!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Hey, at the sunrise, hey,
Fire will be resurrected,
Like my prayer will fly to sky,
Dew of Morning, let me take a drink,
To bow to the ground to Father Rode!
Walk along the trail, Rode!
Rode! Come from the trail,
And your wide arms
Stretch wide toward your people.
And send your people forth,
And grant them great strength.
There will be strength in the kings,
In your people’s sons!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Glory, the Great! The Multi-faced!
Accept my prayer, fire to the sky!
Appear in front of us! In the Yav'!
Give the strength to those standing here,
To those looking in your eyes!
Glory, the Great! The Multi-faced!
Glory, the Great! The Multi-faced!
Accept the prayer, the threefold glory!
Glory, the Great! The Multi-faced!
Accept my prayer, fire to the sky!
Glory, the Great! The Multi-faced!
Accept the prayer, the threefold glory!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
*Slava - reference both to the word Glory (as in exaltation) and to the root of the word "Slovyane" (Slavic)
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my version - draft 1
Incantation (Arkona)
Sacred, sacred invocation, invocation
Rode, Rode, I conjure thee
Through sacred fire, ardent eyes.
Through the fingers sand and dirt -
Now turn into a bird,
And like a bird without sound
Fly thou low above the ground!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Fly thou low above the ground
Like a bird without sound,
Fly above the Mother-Earth,
And proclaim the sacred Verse,
Sacred Verses from the skies
Show, show our eyes
In the clear forest air
Show the path of forebears!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
At the break of dawn fire, come alive!
Like my solemn cry - fly now to the sky!
Clear morning dew in our palms we gather,
Bowing to the ground to the Rode-Father!
Rode, lead us through the path,
To the future from the past.
Thy wide palm, thy open hand
To your folk now extend.
Give them, give them eagle wings,
Send them forth to the unknowns.
Give the great strength to the kings,
To thy people's sons!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Glory, the Graced Multifaced!
Hear my cry - the fire in the sky!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Rode, Rode, I conjure thee
Through sacred fire, ardent eyes.
Through the fingers sand and dirt -
Now turn into a bird,
And like a bird without sound
Fly thou low above the ground!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Fly thou low above the ground
Like a bird without sound,
Fly above the Mother-Earth,
And proclaim the sacred Verse,
Sacred Verses from the skies
Show, show our eyes
In the clear forest air
Show the path of forebears!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
At the break of dawn fire, come alive!
Like my solemn cry - fly now to the sky!
Clear morning dew in our palms we gather,
Bowing to the ground to the Rode-Father!
Rode, lead us through the path,
To the future from the past.
Thy wide palm, thy open hand
To your folk now extend.
Give them, give them eagle wings,
Send them forth to the unknowns.
Give the great strength to the kings,
To thy people's sons!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Glory, the Graced Multifaced!
Hear my cry - the fire in the sky!
Stand among us in the Yav'!
Eye in the Prav'! Hand in the Nav'!
Give thy strength to those here
Give them thine eyes, ancient Seer!
Glory, the Graced Multifaced!
Accept this prayer, great Forebear!
Glory, the Graced Multifaced!
Hear my cry - the fire in the sky!
Give thy strength to those here
Give them thine eyes, ancient Seer!
Glory, the Graced Multifaced!
Accept this prayer, great Forebear!
Glory, the Graced Multifaced!
Hear my cry - the fire in the sky!
Stand among us in the Yav'!
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya-heiya,
Heiya-heiya-heiya.
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