Romance de Isabel. Traducción de Enma Arance

Enma Arance (student of Primary 6 Corchado Pedro College of Bailen, Spain) sends the translation and illustrations of a traditional Spanish romance.

En el muelle de Almería

un matrimonio vivía

Era rico y hacendoso

Y una hija que tenía

Un día fue a llevarle

A su padre la comida

Se ha enamorado un caballero

Al verla tan guapa y linda.

-Esta es tu hija, Manuel

-Esta es mi hija, Don José

De buena gana Manuel

Con su hija me casara

Y a su queridísima hija  

No haría falta de nada.

Tiene novio, don José

Y lo tiene en el servicio

Un honrado trabajador

Y lo quiere con delirio

Se quieren desde niños

Pero lo que Vd. Tiene que hacer

Es casar a su hija

Con uno que tenga pesetas

Y no le falta la comida

Bueno hasta mañana, me voy

Que con mi hija hablare

Con lo que ella me diga

La contestación traeré

Tu has visto aquel caballero

Que conmgio platicaba?

Quiere casarse contigo

Al verte tan linda y guapa

Como olvido yo a Manuel

Padre de mi corazón

La palabra que le dí

La quiero hasta morir

Tu haras lo que te mande

Y si no te mataré

Y en un cuarto muy oscuro

Tu corazón enterrare

Y al ver la muerte cercana

Y a su padre muy furioso

Yo hare lo que Vd. Diga

Padre de mi corazón

Ha cogido pluma y tintero

Y a su novio escribió:

Ven a salvarme si puedes

Si te encuentras licenciado

Quieren casarme mis padres

Con un rico millonario

Ya la sacan y la velan

Ya la llevan a la iglesia

Zapatos no había otros

Vestido bordado en seda

Estando en la propia iglesia

Manuel al pueblo llegó

Se encontró con un amigo

Y este el caso le conto

 Ni corto ni perezoso

Para la iglesia se marcho

Al verlo su novia entrar

A su cuello se tiro

No me llores Isabel

Sangre de mis propias venas

Ya tienes quien te defienda

Me la llevo señorito

Me la llevo porque es mia

Si algo tiene Vd que ver

Pronto me juego la vida

Se marchó aquel matrimonio

Y vivieron  muy felices

Y el padre y el señorito

Con tres palmos de narices

In the Almeria’s dock

One married lived

He was rich and hardworking

He has a daughter

One day she went to take

Her father the meal

When a gentleman saw her

So pretty and so beautiful

He fell in love with her

Is this your daughter, Manuel?

This is my daughter, Mr. José?

I don’t mind get married her

And she wouldn’t have lack of anything.

But, she has got a boyfriend.

And He is doing military service, now.

He is an honest worker

And she’s crazy about him

They love each other since they were children

But, what you should do is

That your daughter gets married

man with a lot of money

and she won’t have lack of meal

Well, see you tomorrow. I’m leaving

I’ll talk about this with her

I’ll tell you what she say me

Do you see the gentleman which whom I’m speaking?

He wants to get married you

When he saw you so beautiful and so pretty

How can I forget Manuel?

Father from my heart

I love till death

 The word that I gave him

But you have to do what I order you

Because If you don’t do this

I kill you and I bury your heart

In a very dark room

She saw her death very near

And her father very furious

-I’ll do what you say, father from my heart

She took a quill and an inkpot

And she wrote to her girlfriend:

Como for saving me if you can and If you have finished your military service.

My parents want to I get married a rich millionaire man

She is already taken   and is brought to the church

Shoes there weren’t others

The dress embroidery with silk

When she was in the church

Her boyfriend came to the village

And he met a friend and this friend told him the story

Wasting no time, he went to the church and

When his girlfriend saw him

She ran for embracing him

Don’t cry, Isabel

Blood of my own vein

You have got someone that can defend you

I take away her Mister

Because she is mine

If you don’t want I would bet my life for her

The couple left and they lived very happy

And the father and the gentlemen remained with three inches of noses

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Cuento tradicional letón enviado por Diana Bogdanova

| THE GIANT AND PASTARIS (a Latvian folk tale)
Once upon a time a giant kidnapped a young fisherman named Pastaris. The giant carried Pastaris into a great palace.
"Here you'll stay," said the giant. "Do not light a fire, no matter what happens!" Pastaris heard a terrible wailing. The next night the same thing happened.
On the third night Pastaris decided he must build a fire so he could see where the wailing was coming from, so he decided to use a flint and tinder to light a candle.
When the room lit up, the giant stormed into Pastaris' room. "You disobeyed me!" he thundered, and he carried Pastaris to a tall mountain and left him at the top.
For two days Pastaris sat there, but on the third day he decided to climb down. When he reached the bottom of the mountain, he walked through the forest, and came upon four men standing around a fallen horse.
"Do not pass by us!" the men cried. "We need you to divide this horse among us as we don't know how to divide it."
Pastaris advised the men on how to divide the horse and then he turned to leave.
"Wait, we must reward you for your help."
The first man gave Pastaris a hair from a bull. "Spin this hair and your strength will be greater than the strength of any man."
The second man gave Pastaris a feather. "Spin this, and you'll move faster than any creature moves."
"And this," said the third man, handing Pastaris a scale, "will help you swim faster than any fish."
The fourth man gave him an ant's leg and said, "With this you'll be able to dig to the center of the Earth." Pastaris thanked them and set off, but that evening the ground began to tremble, and the giant's voice roared, "Who told you to leave the mountain?"
"I did," said Pastaris.
"Is that so?" the giant thundered. "Then I shall kill you!"
However, Pastaris spun the hair of the bull and struck the giant.
The giant reeled and fell to the ground; and Pastaris said, "Now I shall kill you!"
"My soul is not inside my body," the giant laughed.
"Then tell me where it is," said Pastaris," and I will destroy it."
"On the other side of the ocean stands a post. Hit this post with your finger, and a sword will fall down from heaven. With this sword kill a snake in the forest, and a rabbit will appear and race away. Catch the rabbit and cut off its head, and a dove will appear. If you can catch the dove when it flies to heaven, an egg will fall, and in that egg is my life. You will never have it."
Pastaris left the giant and twirled the fish scale, and in one second he swam across the ocean. He found the post, and he hit that post with his finger. A great sword fell to the ground.
Pastaris grabbed the sword and hurried into the forest, and there he found a snake. He struck the snake, and a rabbit ran out from the place where the snake had been. Pastaris twirled his feather, and suddenly it seemed as if he were flying. He caught the rabbit, chopped off its head, and a dove appeared.
Again Pastaris twirled his feather, flew up into the clouds and caught the dove. Sure enough, an egg dropped from the sky, plunging down into the ground. Pastaris twirled the ant leg, and just as the man had told him, he was able to climb into the ground after that egg and catch it.
Pastaris carried that egg back to the giant's palace and smashed it to pieces.
The giant died.

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