Urmi, Christian: Star-Crossed Lovers

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Geoffrey Khan	Khan, Geoffrey. The Neo-Aramaic Dialect of the Assyrian Christians of Urmi. 4 vols. Studies in Semitic Languages and Linguistics 86. Leiden-Boston: Brill, 2016, vol. 4	Maryam Gwirgis	Canda, Georgia

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0:00	ʾə́tva lə̀tvaˈ xá màlcaˈ ʾó málca ʾə́tvalə xá brùna.ˈ hí ʾo brùnuˈ ⁺róba xóšu c-atyàvaˈ ⁺sèda ⁺xdárta.ˈ tə̀vləˈ ʾó brūn-málca ⁺ʾal-sùysaˈ šk̭ə̀lləˈ ⁺k̭aravášu꞊da mə̀nnuˈ xə́šle ⁺ʾal-sèda.ˈ ṱ-íva xə́šle ⁺ʾal-sèda,ˈ ɟášk̭i ʾal-xá ʾilànaˈ tə́vtəla xá šap̂ə́rta máx ⁺šrá bəlláya bràta.ˈ ʾáyən brī́t ⁺casìbə vítəva.ˈ ⁺xárta ʾè brátaˈ ṱ-íva tə́vta ⁺ʾal-ʾilànaˈ ⁺róba ⁺rədyálə ʾá brūn-màlca.ˈ ⁺rədyàlə,ˈ ⁺xàrtaˈ xə̀šla,ˈ tlə́k̭la xə́šla ʾé c̭ə̀č̭č̭ə.ˈ ⁺xàrtaˈ làˈ mə̀rrə k̭áto mə́rrəˈ tàlax,ˈ ɟorə̀nnax.ˈ mə̀rtəvaˈ làˈ ʾàtənˈ brū́n màlcəvət,ˈ ʾána brū́n ⁺casìbəvan.ˈ ʾána mú-jurra ɟóran k̭a-dìyyux.ˈ mə́rtəva là,ˈ là.ˈ ʾáyən ṱ-íva brítət ⁺casìbə,ˈ ⁺ʾávun brūn-màlca,ˈ léva bəšvàk̭oˈ cəs-⁺dàvun.ˈ yə́mmu bábu ⁺rázi là víle bí dàyən.ˈ mə́rre ʾátən didàri꞊vət,ˈ ʾáyya ⁺càsəb꞊la.ˈ ⁺xárta pə́llə ⁺mrìlə brūn-málca.ˈ pə́llə ⁺mrìləˈ mərrə tàniˈ ʾé c̭ə́č̭č̭ə xúš ʾatyàni,ˈ ʾḗ ṱ-ī́n ʾána ⁺byàyo,ˈ ʾána ⁺spáy ṱ-avìna.ˈ xə́šle ʾḗn ⁺k̭aravàšu,ˈ ⁺šudrèləˈ cə́s de-c̭ə̀č̭č̭əˈ ʾé ⁺càsəb ṱ-íva.ˈ ʾáy xína tìla,ˈ tìla.ˈ víla mə́n dà-ybuˈ mə́n dò-ybu,ˈ mak̭yùmu,ˈ mattùyu,ˈ madmùxu,ˈ ⁺dərmanánə maštúya k̭àtu.ˈ máynts ⁺ʾávun hár ⁺mə̀ryəvaˈ pə́llə ɟu-jul-màxə.ˈ cú-jur ṱ-ìva,ˈ ⁺xártət ⁺xàrtaˈ ʾó brūn-màlcaˈ mən-xə̀ššu,ˈ mən-dàrdu,ˈ mə́n nèrvuˈ yànˈ bábu yə́mmu ⁺rázi là víleˈ bí dèˈ bráta càsəb,ˈ pə́llə ʾá brūn-màlcaˈ mə̀tlə.ˈ mə̀tlə,ˈ ʾé c̭ə́č̭č̭ə꞊da ṱ-í ⁺ʾávun ṱ-i-mə̀tlə,ˈ ʾáyən꞊da ɟáno ⁺k̭ṱilàla.ˈ šk̭ə́lla ⁺dərmànaˈ ɟáno ⁺k̭ṱilàla.ˈ i tə́rve m-⁺úydalə muttèləˈ ʾó brūn-màlcaˈ hám꞊da ʾé càluˈ ṱumrélə m-⁺uydàlə.ˈ ʾíta ⁺xárta mə̀rreˈ m-áxxa l-ò-ybaˈ xìnaˈ ʾátxa k̭aláttə lè-ʾavi.ˈ bràtaˈ yàlaˈ ⁺báyyi ⁺ʾùydaləˈ ʾúsa lè ⁺báyyini,ˈ ⁺cásəb꞊na ʾúsa ʾə̀nˈ márət davə̀ltənaˈ ʾúsa brūn-màlcələˈ ʾànnəˈ hə́č náša b-⁺aralləġé là ⁺vúrun.ˈ í šúk̭u ɟóri ⁺ʾùydaləˈ xádi bí ⁺ʾùydalə.ˈ mə́n dé-ɟa lá-yba xína užé ʾàtxaˈ ⁺šulánə xína lèva váya.ˈ lá bàbaˈ lá yə̀mmaˈ hə́č náša léva ⁺bəxváṱa xína ɟu-⁺šùlətˈ bráta hám꞊da yàla.ˈ ʾáni bəšvak̭éva ʾátxa ɟoríva ⁺ʾùydalə xína.ˈ užé ʾáyya támba víla k̭atèˈ támba víla ɟu-dé màta.ˈ ⁺xárta ʾáyən cùlləˈ ɟu-cúllə mdiyàyˈ xə́šla yànˈ yán bráta yála ṱ-ína ⁺byáya ⁺ʾùydaləˈ ʾáni ɟárət hàmmašaˈ ʾávi cəs-⁺ʾùydaləˈ ɟóri k̭a-⁺ʾùydalə.ˈ ʾə́tva lə̀tvaˈ xá màlcaˈ ʾó málca ʾə́tvalə xá brùna.ˈ hí ʾo brùnuˈ ⁺róba xóšu c-atyàvaˈ ⁺sèda ⁺xdárta.ˈ tə̀vləˈ ʾó brūn-málca ⁺ʾal-sùysaˈ šk̭ə̀lləˈ ⁺k̭aravášu꞊da mə̀nnuˈ xə́šle ⁺ʾal-sèda.ˈ ṱ-íva xə́šle ⁺ʾal-sèda,ˈ ɟášk̭i ʾal-xá ʾilànaˈ tə́vtəla xá šap̂ə́rta máx ⁺šrá bəlláya bràta.ˈ ʾáyən brī́t ⁺casìbə vítəva.ˈ ⁺xárta ʾè brátaˈ ṱ-íva tə́vta ⁺ʾal-ʾilànaˈ ⁺róba ⁺rədyálə ʾá brūn-màlca.ˈ ⁺rədyàlə,ˈ ⁺xàrtaˈ xə̀šla,ˈ tlə́k̭la xə́šla ʾé c̭ə̀č̭č̭ə.ˈ ⁺xàrtaˈ làˈ mə̀rrə k̭áto mə́rrəˈ tàlax,ˈ ɟorə̀nnax.ˈ mə̀rtəvaˈ làˈ ʾàtənˈ brū́n màlcəvət,ˈ ʾána brū́n ⁺casìbəvan.ˈ ʾána mú-jurra ɟóran k̭a-dìyyux.ˈ mə́rtəva là,ˈ là.ˈ ʾáyən ṱ-íva brítət ⁺casìbə,ˈ ⁺ʾávun brūn-màlca,ˈ léva bəšvàk̭oˈ cəs-⁺dàvun.ˈ yə́mmu bábu ⁺rázi là víle bí dàyən.ˈ mə́rre ʾátən didàri꞊vət,ˈ ʾáyya ⁺càsəb꞊la.ˈ ⁺xárta pə́llə ⁺mrìlə brūn-málca.ˈ pə́llə ⁺mrìləˈ mərrə tàniˈ ʾé c̭ə́č̭č̭ə xúš ʾatyàni,ˈ ʾḗ ṱ-ī́n ʾána ⁺byàyo,ˈ ʾána ⁺spáy ṱ-avìna.ˈ xə́šle ʾḗn ⁺k̭aravàšu,ˈ ⁺šudrèləˈ cə́s de-c̭ə̀č̭č̭əˈ ʾé ⁺càsəb ṱ-íva.ˈ ʾáy xína tìla,ˈ tìla.ˈ víla mə́n dà-ybuˈ mə́n dò-ybu,ˈ mak̭yùmu,ˈ mattùyu,ˈ madmùxu,ˈ ⁺dərmanánə maštúya k̭àtu.ˈ máynts ⁺ʾávun hár ⁺mə̀ryəvaˈ pə́llə ɟu-jul-màxə.ˈ cú-jur ṱ-ìva,ˈ ⁺xártət ⁺xàrtaˈ ʾó brūn-màlcaˈ mən-xə̀ššu,ˈ mən-dàrdu,ˈ mə́n nèrvuˈ yànˈ bábu yə́mmu ⁺rázi là víleˈ bí dèˈ bráta càsəb,ˈ pə́llə ʾá brūn-màlcaˈ mə̀tlə.ˈ mə̀tlə,ˈ ʾé c̭ə́č̭č̭ə꞊da ṱ-í ⁺ʾávun ṱ-i-mə̀tlə,ˈ ʾáyən꞊da ɟáno ⁺k̭ṱilàla.ˈ šk̭ə́lla ⁺dərmànaˈ ɟáno ⁺k̭ṱilàla.ˈ i tə́rve m-⁺úydalə muttèləˈ ʾó brūn-màlcaˈ hám꞊da ʾé càluˈ ṱumrélə m-⁺uydàlə.ˈ ʾíta ⁺xárta mə̀rreˈ m-áxxa l-ò-ybaˈ xìnaˈ ʾátxa k̭aláttə lè-ʾavi.ˈ bràtaˈ yàlaˈ ⁺báyyi ⁺ʾùydaləˈ ʾúsa lè ⁺báyyini,ˈ ⁺cásəb꞊na ʾúsa ʾə̀nˈ márət davə̀ltənaˈ ʾúsa brūn-màlcələˈ ʾànnəˈ hə́č náša b-⁺aralləġé là ⁺vúrun.ˈ í šúk̭u ɟóri ⁺ʾùydaləˈ xádi bí ⁺ʾùydalə.ˈ mə́n dé-ɟa lá-yba xína užé ʾàtxaˈ ⁺šulánə xína lèva váya.ˈ lá bàbaˈ lá yə̀mmaˈ hə́č náša léva ⁺bəxváṱa xína ɟu-⁺šùlətˈ bráta hám꞊da yàla.ˈ ʾáni bəšvak̭éva ʾátxa ɟoríva ⁺ʾùydalə xína.ˈ užé ʾáyya támba víla k̭atèˈ támba víla ɟu-dé màta.ˈ ⁺xárta ʾáyən cùlləˈ ɟu-cúllə mdiyàyˈ xə́šla yànˈ yán bráta yála ṱ-ína ⁺byáya ⁺ʾùydaləˈ ʾáni ɟárət hàmmašaˈ ʾávi cəs-⁺ʾùydaləˈ ɟóri k̭a-⁺ʾùydalə.ˈ	Once upon a time there was a king. That king had a son. Yes, that son of his very much liked to go hunting. The son of the king sat on a horse, took servants with him and went off hunting. When they had gone hunting, they saw sitting on a tree a beautiful girl shining like a lantern. She was the daughter of poor folk. Then the son of the king took a great fancy to the girl, who was sitting on the tree. He took a fancy to her, then she went off, the girl disappeared. Then ‘No’ he said to her, he said ‘Come, I shall marry you.’ 'No, you are the king’s son and I am the child of paupers. How can I marry you?’ She said ‘No, no.’ Since she was the daughter of paupers and he was the son of a king, they did not allow her near him. His father and mother were not pleased with her. They said ‘You are rich but she is poor.’ Then the son of the king fell ill. He fell ill and he said ‘Tell that girl to come, the one I love, then I will get better.’ His servants went off, he sent them to the girl, the one who was poor. Well, she came, she came. She was on this side of him, on that side of him, raising him up, putting him down, settling him to sleep, administering medicines for him. Nevertheless he was still ill and bed-ridden. Anyhow, in the end, the son of the king died from his grief, from his being upset that his father and his mother were not pleased with the poor girl. He died and also the girl, when he died, killed herself. She took poison and killed herself. They placed the two of them together, they buried the son of the king and the bride together. Then they said ‘From now on such mistakes will not be made. If a girl and a boy love each other, or do not love each other, whether they are poor or rich, or the son of a king, nobody must come between them. They must let them marry each other and be happy together.’ From then onwards these things did not happen again. No father, no mother, nobody interfered again in the affairs of a girl and boy. They let them get married. So this was a lesson for them, it was a lesson for that village. Then it went out to all the towns that a girl and boy who love each other must always be together and marry each other.

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ʾə́tva lə̀tvaˈ xá màlcaˈ ʾó málca ʾə́tvalə xá brùna.ˈ hí ʾo brùnuˈ ⁺róba xóšu c-atyàvaˈ ⁺sèda ⁺xdárta.ˈ tə̀vləˈ ʾó brūn-málca ⁺ʾal-sùysaˈ šk̭ə̀lləˈ ⁺k̭aravášu꞊da mə̀nnuˈ xə́šle ⁺ʾal-sèda.ˈ ṱ-íva xə́šle ⁺ʾal-sèda,ˈ ɟášk̭i ʾal-xá ʾilànaˈ tə́vtəla xá šap̂ə́rta máx ⁺šrá bəlláya bràta.ˈ ʾáyən brī́t ⁺casìbə vítəva.ˈ ⁺xárta ʾè brátaˈ ṱ-íva tə́vta ⁺ʾal-ʾilànaˈ ⁺róba ⁺rədyálə ʾá brūn-màlca.ˈ ⁺rədyàlə,ˈ ⁺xàrtaˈ xə̀šla,ˈ tlə́k̭la xə́šla ʾé c̭ə̀č̭č̭ə.ˈ ⁺xàrtaˈ làˈ mə̀rrə k̭áto mə́rrəˈ tàlax,ˈ ɟorə̀nnax.ˈ mə̀rtəvaˈ làˈ ʾàtənˈ brū́n màlcəvət,ˈ ʾána brū́n ⁺casìbəvan.ˈ ʾána mú-jurra ɟóran k̭a-dìyyux.ˈ mə́rtəva là,ˈ là.ˈ ʾáyən ṱ-íva brítət ⁺casìbə,ˈ ⁺ʾávun brūn-màlca,ˈ léva bəšvàk̭oˈ cəs-⁺dàvun.ˈ yə́mmu bábu ⁺rázi là víle bí dàyən.ˈ mə́rre ʾátən didàri꞊vət,ˈ ʾáyya ⁺càsəb꞊la.ˈ ⁺xárta pə́llə ⁺mrìlə brūn-málca.ˈ pə́llə ⁺mrìləˈ mərrə tàniˈ ʾé c̭ə́č̭č̭ə xúš ʾatyàni,ˈ ʾḗ ṱ-ī́n ʾána ⁺byàyo,ˈ ʾána ⁺spáy ṱ-avìna.ˈ xə́šle ʾḗn ⁺k̭aravàšu,ˈ ⁺šudrèləˈ cə́s de-c̭ə̀č̭č̭əˈ ʾé ⁺càsəb ṱ-íva.ˈ ʾáy xína tìla,ˈ tìla.ˈ víla mə́n dà-ybuˈ mə́n dò-ybu,ˈ mak̭yùmu,ˈ mattùyu,ˈ madmùxu,ˈ ⁺dərmanánə maštúya k̭àtu.ˈ máynts ⁺ʾávun hár ⁺mə̀ryəvaˈ pə́llə ɟu-jul-màxə.ˈ cú-jur ṱ-ìva,ˈ ⁺xártət ⁺xàrtaˈ ʾó brūn-màlcaˈ mən-xə̀ššu,ˈ mən-dàrdu,ˈ mə́n nèrvuˈ yànˈ bábu yə́mmu ⁺rázi là víleˈ bí dèˈ bráta càsəb,ˈ pə́llə ʾá brūn-màlcaˈ mə̀tlə.ˈ mə̀tlə,ˈ ʾé c̭ə́č̭č̭ə꞊da ṱ-í ⁺ʾávun ṱ-i-mə̀tlə,ˈ ʾáyən꞊da ɟáno ⁺k̭ṱilàla.ˈ šk̭ə́lla ⁺dərmànaˈ ɟáno ⁺k̭ṱilàla.ˈ i tə́rve m-⁺úydalə muttèləˈ ʾó brūn-màlcaˈ hám꞊da ʾé càluˈ ṱumrélə m-⁺uydàlə.ˈ ʾíta ⁺xárta mə̀rreˈ m-áxxa l-ò-ybaˈ xìnaˈ ʾátxa k̭aláttə lè-ʾavi.ˈ bràtaˈ yàlaˈ ⁺báyyi ⁺ʾùydaləˈ ʾúsa lè ⁺báyyini,ˈ ⁺cásəb꞊na ʾúsa ʾə̀nˈ márət davə̀ltənaˈ ʾúsa brūn-màlcələˈ ʾànnəˈ hə́č náša b-⁺aralləġé là ⁺vúrun.ˈ í šúk̭u ɟóri ⁺ʾùydaləˈ xádi bí ⁺ʾùydalə.ˈ mə́n dé-ɟa lá-yba xína užé ʾàtxaˈ ⁺šulánə xína lèva váya.ˈ lá bàbaˈ lá yə̀mmaˈ hə́č náša léva ⁺bəxváṱa xína ɟu-⁺šùlətˈ bráta hám꞊da yàla.ˈ ʾáni bəšvak̭éva ʾátxa ɟoríva ⁺ʾùydalə xína.ˈ užé ʾáyya támba víla k̭atèˈ támba víla ɟu-dé màta.ˈ ⁺xárta ʾáyən cùlləˈ ɟu-cúllə mdiyàyˈ xə́šla yànˈ yán bráta yála ṱ-ína ⁺byáya ⁺ʾùydaləˈ ʾáni ɟárət hàmmašaˈ ʾávi cəs-⁺ʾùydaləˈ ɟóri k̭a-⁺ʾùydalə.ˈ

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Once upon a time there was a king. That king had a son. Yes, that son of his very much liked to go hunting. The son of the king sat on a horse, took servants with him and went off hunting. When they had gone hunting, they saw sitting on a tree a beautiful girl shining like a lantern. She was the daughter of poor folk. Then the son of the king took a great fancy to the girl, who was sitting on the tree. He took a fancy to her, then she went off, the girl disappeared. Then ‘No’ he said to her, he said ‘Come, I shall marry you.’ 'No, you are the king’s son and I am the child of paupers. How can I marry you?’ She said ‘No, no.’ Since she was the daughter of paupers and he was the son of a king, they did not allow her near him. His father and mother were not pleased with her. They said ‘You are rich but she is poor.’ Then the son of the king fell ill. He fell ill and he said ‘Tell that girl to come, the one I love, then I will get better.’ His servants went off, he sent them to the girl, the one who was poor. Well, she came, she came. She was on this side of him, on that side of him, raising him up, putting him down, settling him to sleep, administering medicines for him. Nevertheless he was still ill and bed-ridden. Anyhow, in the end, the son of the king died from his grief, from his being upset that his father and his mother were not pleased with the poor girl. He died and also the girl, when he died, killed herself. She took poison and killed herself. They placed the two of them together, they buried the son of the king and the bride together. Then they said ‘From now on such mistakes will not be made. If a girl and a boy love each other, or do not love each other, whether they are poor or rich, or the son of a king, nobody must come between them. They must let them marry each other and be happy together.’ From then onwards these things did not happen again. No father, no mother, nobody interfered again in the affairs of a girl and boy. They let them get married. So this was a lesson for them, it was a lesson for that village. Then it went out to all the towns that a girl and boy who love each other must always be together and marry each other.