Saturday, July 9, 2011

Charge of the Light Brigade

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE
Alfred Tennyson, 1854


UN ANTE DE LEVIA MERO
Alfred Tennyson, 1854


I


Half a league, half a league,
 Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
 Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
 Rode the six hundred.


Bi kilometra, bi kilometra,
Bi kilometra ad ante
A vali de morta, panto
Sixa-hekto kine.
"Ante, Levia Mero!
Anti panto fusili!" an dice.
A vali de morta, panto
Sixa-hekto kine.


II


"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
 Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
 Rode the six hundred.


"Ante, Levia Mero!"
Qe es ali triste andro?
Ne si u soldata ski,
Uno-pe pa akti un ero.
De mu ne es reakti,
De mu ne es puta,
De mu ja es akti e morta.
A vali de morta,
Sixa-hekto kine.


III


Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
 Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
 Rode the six hundred.


Plu kanona a mu dextro,
Plu kanona a mu laevo,
Plu kanona a mu ante
Dona kargo e bronto;
Ge-tempestu per mikro-ma e misili,
Mu koragi e boni kine,
A mandibula de morta,
In stoma de hades,
Sixa-hekto kine.


IV


Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
 All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
 Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
 Not the six hundred.


Mu panto gladia reflekti,
Reflekti tem tropo in aero,
Tem seka plu fusili-pe la,
Tem anti un arme, tem
Un holo munda este mira.
Tem dromo in kanona fumi,
Mu pulsa rekti dia line;
Kazak e Rosija-pe
Vertigo kausa gladia bate,
Ge-frakti e ge-skizo.
Po-co mu re-veni, sed ne,
Ne panto sixa-hekto.


V


Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
 Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
 Left of six hundred.


Plu kanona a mu dextro,
Plu kanona a mu laevo,
Plu kanona a mu poste
Dona kargo e bronto;
Ge-tempestu per mikro-ma e misili,
Tem equs e hero kade,
Mu, qi pa tali boni milita,
Veni ab mandibula de morta,
Re-veni ex stoma de hades,
Mu holo resta,
U resta ex sixa-hekto.


VI


When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
 All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
 Noble six hundred.


Mu glori fu pote gene mei qo-kron?
O, u-la rabi ante, mu pa akti!
Un holo munda pa este mira.
Dona honora kausa un ante, mu pa akti!
Dona honora a Levia Mero,
Grandi sixa-hekto!

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