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Mi lernis tiun ĉi kanton (angle) el Song Fest, eĉ antaŭ ol mi eklernis Esperanton, kaj mi tradukis ĝin antaŭ multaj jaroj, sed bedaŭrinde mi nur la unuan strofon parkeris kaj mi ne plu disponas pri la ceteraj strofoj de la traduko, do mi decidis refari ĝin. Song Fest laŭ mia memoro ne indikis, kiu verkis ĝin; la nomon de la verkinto (kaj la informon pri la kopirajto) mi ŝuldas al Mudcat Café
One time in Alexandria, in wicked Alexandria,
Where nights were wild with revelry and life was but a game,
There lived, so the report is, an adventuress and courtesan,
The pride of Alexandria, and Thaïs was her name.
Ho, iam Egiptie, en grandega urbo tie, en|
La urb' Aleksandrio, konkurenca kun Sodom',
Loĝadis laŭraporte, ve, kaj lukris amosporte tre
Konata hetajrin': Taisa estis ŝia nom'.
Near by in peace and piety, avoiding all society,
There dwelt a band of holy men who'd built a refuge there,
And in the desert solitude they spurned all earthly folly to d-
Evote their lives to holy works, to fasting, and to prayer.
En paco kaj en pio abstinante de l' socio|
Jen proksime monaĥaro loĝis kune en taĉment',
Kaj en dezert-izolo ili ŝvitis pri la rolo i-
Mitadi Kriston, fasti kaj preĝadi for de l' tent'
Now, one monk, whom I solely mention of this group of holy men,
as Athanael he was famous near and far.
At fasting bouts or prayer with him,
none other could compare with him:
At grand and lofty praying, he could do
the course in par.
One night, while resting heavily from wrestling with the devil ('e
gone to bed exhausted, while the sun was shining still),
He had a vision
Freudian, and though he was annoyed, he an-
Alysed it in the well-known
style of Doctors Jung and Brill.
He dreamt of Alexandria, of wicked Alexandria;
A crowd of men was
cheering in a manner rather rude
At Thaïs, who was dancing there, and
Athanael, glancing there,
Observed her do the shimmy in what artists call
Said he, "This dream phantastical disturbs my thoughts monastical.
unsuppressed desire, I fear, has found my monkish cell.
I blushed up to the
hat o' me to view that girl's anatomy;
I'll go to Alexandria, and save her
soul from Hell."
So, pausing not to wonder where he'd put his winter underwear,
packed some evening clothes, a toothbrush, and a vest.
To guard against
exposure, he threw in some woolen hosiery,
And bidding all the boys goodbye,
he started on his quest.
The monk, though warned and fortified, was deeply shocked and mortified
To find, on his arrival, wild debauchery in sway.
While some lay in a
stupor sent by booze of more than two percent,
The others were behaving in a
most immoral way.
Said he to Thaïs, "Pardon me, although this job is hard on me,
to put you wise to what I came down here to tell:
What's all this sousin'
gettin' you? Cut out this pie-eyed retinue!
Let's hit the trail together,
babe, and save your soul from Hell!"
Although this bold admonishment caused Thaïs some astonishment,
answered, "Say, you said a heapin' mouthful, beau!
This burg's a frost, I'm
tellin' you; the brand o' hooch they're sellin' you
Ain't like the stuff we
used to get, so let's pack up and go."
So, forth from Alexandria, from wicked Alexandria,
Across the desert
sands they go beneath the blazing sun,
Till Thaïs, parched and sweltering,
finds refuge in the sheltering
Confinement of a convent in the habit of a
But, now, the monk is terrified to find his fears are verified:
vows of chastity have cracked beneath the strain.
Like one who has a jag on,
'e cries out in pain and agony,
"I'd sell my soul to see her do the shimmy
Alas, his pleadings clamorous, though passionate and amorous,
too late the courtesan has danced her final dance.
Says he, "Now, there's a
joke on me, for that there dame to croak on me!
I hadn't oughta passed her
up, the time I had the chance!"