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English to Hungarian: 6th ProZ.com Translation Contest - Entry #4063
Source text - English Eroticism has this in common with an addictive drug: that there is a coercive element to its pleasure with which part of us is in complicity, and part not. Thus ever since time began men have been trying to enjoy eroticism without being destroyed by it. Societies, religions can be defined in the way they deal with this conundrum. Polygamy, monogamy with repression, monogamy with affairs, monogamy with prostitutes, serial monogamy. Not to mention individual solutions of great ingenuity, or desperation: Victor Hugo with the door knocked through the wall of his office, to let in a girl each afternoon. Auden's flair for finding call-boys in every town. Picasso who simply refused when wife and mistress demanded he choose between them. Then there is always the hair-shirt of course. But perhaps the thing to remember when you wake up with a life full of fresh paint and tortuous complications is that eroticism wasn't invented for you, nor merely for the survival of the species perhaps, but for a divinity's entertainment. Nothing generates so many opportunities for titillation and schadenfreude as eroticism. Which is why it lies at the centre of so much narrative. How the gods thronged the balconies of heaven to see the consequences of Helen's betrayal! And your friends are watching too. Your antics have put the shine on many a late-night conversation.
On the borders between mythology and history, that wily survivor Odysseus was the first who learnt to trick the gods. And perhaps his smartest trick of all was that of lashing himself to the mast before the Sirens came in earshot. There are those of course who are happy to stand at the railings, even scan the horizon. Otherwise, choose your mast, find the ropes that suit you: sport, workaholism, celibacy with prayerbook and bell... But the kindest and toughest ropes of all are probably to be found in some suburban semi-detached with rowdy children and a woman who never allows the dust to settle for too long.
Translation - Hungarian Az erotikát és a kábítószert egy közös vonás köt össze: mindkettő élvezete egy kényszerítő elem, amellyel részben cinkosai vagyunk, részben nem. Az idők kezdetétől fogva próbálta így élvezni az emberiség az erotikát anélkül hogy az tönkretegye őt. Társadalmak és vallások meghatározója, hogyan foglalkoznak ezzel a rejtéllyel. Poligámia, elnyomott monogámia, viszonyokkal járó monogámia, monogámia prostituáltakkal, sorozatos monogámia. Nem is beszélve egyéni, nagyszerűen találékony vagy kétségbeesett megoldásokról: Victor Hugó, az irodája falán keresztülfúrt ajtón engedett be egy lányt minden délután. Auden érzéke, hímringyókat találni minden városban. Picasso egyszerűen visszautasította a feleségét és a szeretőjét, akik követelték tőle, hogy válasszon köztük. És aztán persze ott van a szőrcsuha is. Amire emlékeznünk kell amikor tele friss festékkel és kanyargós bonyolításokkal ébredünk, talán az, hogy az erotika nem nekünk lett kitalálva, és talán a faj továbbélésére sem, hanem egy istenség szórakoztatására. Semmi nem termel annyi alkalmat az ingerlésre és a kárörömre mint az erotika. Talán éppen ezért szerepel annyi elbeszélésben. Hogyan zsúfolták az égbolt erkélyein Helénát elárulása következményei láttára! És a barátaid is figyelnek. A bolondozásaid beragyogtak jó egynéhány késő esti társalgást.
A mitológia és a történelem közti határon, Odisszeusz volt az első, az az agyafúrt túlélő, aki megtanulta az isteneket beugratni. És talán a legravaszabb trükkje az volt, hogy az árbóchoz bilincselte magát mielőtt a szirének fültávolságba jöttek. Persze vannak azok akik boldogan állnak a kerítés mögött, és fürkészik a láthatárt. Különben válaszd ki az árbócodat, találd meg a neked megfelelő kötelet: sport, munkaalkoholizmus, szüzesség imakönyvvel és haranggal… De a legjobb és legszívósabb kötél valószínűleg valami peremvárosi ikerházban található, rakoncás gyerekekkel és egy asszonnyal, aki soha nem engedi túl sokáig, hogy a por letelepedjék.
English to Portuguese (EU): 6th ProZ.com Translation Contest - Entry #4069
Source text - English Eroticism has this in common with an addictive drug: that there is a coercive element to its pleasure with which part of us is in complicity, and part not. Thus ever since time began men have been trying to enjoy eroticism without being destroyed by it. Societies, religions can be defined in the way they deal with this conundrum. Polygamy, monogamy with repression, monogamy with affairs, monogamy with prostitutes, serial monogamy. Not to mention individual solutions of great ingenuity, or desperation: Victor Hugo with the door knocked through the wall of his office, to let in a girl each afternoon. Auden's flair for finding call-boys in every town. Picasso who simply refused when wife and mistress demanded he choose between them. Then there is always the hair-shirt of course. But perhaps the thing to remember when you wake up with a life full of fresh paint and tortuous complications is that eroticism wasn't invented for you, nor merely for the survival of the species perhaps, but for a divinity's entertainment. Nothing generates so many opportunities for titillation and schadenfreude as eroticism. Which is why it lies at the centre of so much narrative. How the gods thronged the balconies of heaven to see the consequences of Helen's betrayal! And your friends are watching too. Your antics have put the shine on many a late-night conversation.
On the borders between mythology and history, that wily survivor Odysseus was the first who learnt to trick the gods. And perhaps his smartest trick of all was that of lashing himself to the mast before the Sirens came in earshot. There are those of course who are happy to stand at the railings, even scan the horizon. Otherwise, choose your mast, find the ropes that suit you: sport, workaholism, celibacy with prayerbook and bell... But the kindest and toughest ropes of all are probably to be found in some suburban semi-detached with rowdy children and a woman who never allows the dust to settle for too long.
Translation - Portuguese (EU) O erotismo tem em comum o vicio de drogas: há um elemento coercivo de prazer com o qual parte de nós é cúmplice, a outra não. Desde o começo dos tempos, a humanidade tem tentado desfrutar do erotismo assim, sem se deixar destruir pelo mesmo. Sociedades são definidas pela maneira de lidar com este enigma. Poligamia, monogamia com repressão, monogamia com aventuras, monogamia com prostitutas, monogamia seriada. Não mencionando soluções individuais de grande ingenuidade ou de desespero como Vitor Hugo com uma porta furada através da parede do seu escritório para deixar entrar uma menina todas às tardes. O jeito de Auden de achar call-boys em cada cidade. Picasso, que simplesmente refutou a esposa e a amante quando exigiram que ele escolhesse entre elas. E depois, há sempre o cilício, é claro. Mas talvez a coisa para se lembrar ao acordar com a vida cheia de pintura fresca e complicações tortuosas, é que o erotismo não foi inventado para você, talvez nem mesmo só para a sobrevivência das espécies, mas para o divertimento de uma divindade. Nada gera tantas oportunidades para titilação e "Schadenfreude" como o erotismo. É exatamente por isso que figura no meio de tanta narrativa. Como os deuses sacudiram os balcões do céu para ver as conseqüências da traição de Helena! E os seus amigos estão assistindo também. Suas artimanhas fizeram brilhar muitas conversações noite adentro.
Nas fronteiras entre mitologia e história, Odysseus, aquele sobrevivente manhoso, foi o primeiro a aprender a enganar os deuses. O seu truque, talvez o mais inteligente, era de se amarrar no mastro antes que as Sereias se aproximassem. Claro, há aqueles que se contentam em ficar atrás das grades, revistando o horizonte. Ou então, escolha o seu mastro, ache as cordas que lhe convém: esportes, workaholismo, celibato com livro de reza e sinos... Mas as cordas mais bondosas e mais cruéis de todas se encontram provavelmente dentro de algum semi-destacado suburbano com crianças desordeiras e uma mulher que nunca permite que o pó se deposite por muito tempo.
German to Portuguese (EU): 6th ProZ.com Translation Contest - Entry #4432
Source text - German Eine äußerst interessante Studie des Projekts Theratalk von der Universität in Göttingen erstaunt viele Menschen. Bisher glaubten die meisten von ihnen, dass zu viel Sex Stress verursachen würde. Doch genau das Gegenteil kann nach Auswertung des Projekts der Fall sein. Praktizieren Menschen zu wenig Sex miteinander, kann die Folge hoher Stress sein.
Das haben wir schon immer gewusst, mögen sexfreudige Geister in diesen Tagen denken. Stress ist bekanntermaßen ein Lustkiller. Die Göttinger jedoch haben herausgefunden, dass Sexmangel den Stresspegel steigern lassen kann. Betroffene Paare geraten in einen beziehungsfeindlichen Strudel, aus dem sie allein kaum noch im Stande sind zu fliehen. Über 30.000 Männer und Frauen nahmen am Projekt teil. Mit dem Ergebnis, dass ein Drittel von ihnen, die maximal ein Mal pro Woche Sex miteinander haben, sich Hals über Kopf in die Arbeit stürzen. Eine Form der Frustbewältigung über das vermurkste Liebesleben unterm eigenen Dach. Je weniger im eigenen Bett - oder sonst wo passiert, umso mehr steigert sich die Arbeitswut der Betroffenen.
Wer hingegen schon zwei Mal binnen einer Woche Sex mit seinem Partner hat, der lässt es im Job entspannter angehen. Arbeitgeber mögen die Ohren spitzen und unruhig werden. Motto: Meine Leute sollten weniger Sex haben, dann leisten sie mehr. Doch es sollte in den Führungsetagen angekommen sein, dass Menschen ausbrennen und in Depressionen verfallen können. Mit entsprechenden Ausfallzeiten. Und Aktionismus ist nicht gleichzusetzen mit Produktivität. Ein sexuell aktiver und entspannter Mensch kann durchaus erfolgreich sein.
Dass ein Mangel an Sex Stress verursacht, der wiederum ein Lustkiller ist, ergänzt sich. Experten sprechen von einer Abwärtsspirale. Was für eine Beziehung auf Dauer das Aus bedeuten kann. Indikatoren sind sexuelle Frustration und Unzufriedenheit. Daher ist es wichtig, dass Paare ihre sexuellen Aktivitäten und ihre Zufriedenheit sowie ihre individuelle Befriedigung stets im Auge behalten. Besonders wichtig ist, dass man ohne Vorbehalte miteinander redet. Schweigen aus Scham oder gar aus falsch verstandener Rücksichtnahme ist ein Fehler. Wenn es zwei Menschen allein nicht schaffen, darüber zu reden und langfristig glücklich zu sein, ist eine Paartherapie zu empfehlen. Zu verdrängen, ist der Schritt ins mögliche Beziehungsende oder andere Dramen. Zurück zur Studie. Sexuell Frustrierte nehmen oft Verpflichtungen an, die sie nur schwerlich wieder loswerden. Wie Vereinsaktivitäten. Man möchte sich damit einfach nur ablenken vom akuten Sexfrust. Man hat infolge dessen weniger Zeit für die eigene Beziehung, was sich natürlich negativ auf die sexuelle Zufriedenheit auswirkt. Ein äußerst gefährlicher Teufelskreis!
Translation - Portuguese (EU) Um estudo extremamente interessante do projeto Theratalk da Universidade de Göttingen pasma muitas pessoas. Até agora, a maioria delas acreditou que demasiado sexo causaria tensão. Porém, a avaliação do projeto indica exatamente o contrario. Se as pessoas não praticarem bastante sexo juntas, a conseqüência pode resultar em tensão alta.
Hoje em dia, pessoas ávidas de praticar o sexo podem opinar que isso já era conhecido. O consenso é que tensão mata o desejo. Porém, o pessoal de Göttingen descobriu que a falta de sexo pode aumentar a tensão. Casais preocupados entram num moinho hostil do qual dificilmente podem escapar. Mais de 30.000 homens e mulheres tomaram parte no projeto. O resultado foi que um terço deles que tem sexo no maximo uma vez por semana, mergulha de ponta-cabeça no trabalho, que é uma forma de aliviar a frustração da vida amorosa doméstica. Quanto menos na própria cama, ou onde quer que aconteça, mais aumenta a fúria de trabalho dos afetados. .
Já aqueles que têm sexo duas vezes por semana com o parceiro são mais relaxados no trabalho. Os empregadores podem afiar as orelhas com certa inquietude. Lema: meus empregados deveriam ter menos sexo, para produzir mais. Foi nos dias de ditadura que as pessoas sofriam e caíram na depressão. E atividade não se iguala com produtividade. Um ser humano sexualmente ativo e relaxado pode ser muito bem sucedido na vida.
Que a falta de sexo pode causar tensão, que em torno é um mata-desejo, há de ser alterado. Os peritos falam de uma espiral descendente, o que pode significar o fim permanente de uma relação. Os sinais são a frustração sexual e o descontentamento. Então é importante que os casais sempre cuidem de suas atividades sexuais satisfatórias assim como da satisfação individual. A comunicação sem reservas entre eles é especialmente importante. Silêncio por vergonha ou por falsa consideração é um erro. Se duas pessoas entre si não conseguem se falar sobre o sujeito e ser feliz a longo prazo, terapia é recomendada. A repressão é um passo para um possível ponto final no relacionamento, ou resulta em outros desastres. Voltando ao estudo: Os frustrados em sexo frequentemente assumem obrigações, das quais dificilmente se liberam outra vez. Tais como atividades de clube. É simplesmente querer distração da intensa frustração sexual. O que resultar em menos tempo para o próprio relacionamento, acarretando um efeito negativo à satisfação sexual. Um círculo vicioso extremamente perigoso!
English to Portuguese (EU): First ProZ.com Translation Contest 2007 - Entry #234
Source text - English When she moved into his tiny house in Stroud, and took charge of his four small children, Mother was thirty and still quite handsome. She had not, I suppose, met anyone like him before. This rather priggish young man, with his devout gentility, his airs and manners, his music and ambitions, his charm, bright talk, and undeniable good looks, overwhelmed her as soon as she saw him. So she fell in love with him immediately, and remained in love for ever. And herself being comely, sensitive, and adoring, she attracted my father also. And so he married her. And so later he left her - with his children and some more of her own.
When he'd gone, she brought us to the village and waited. She waited for thirty years. I don't think she ever knew what had made him desert her, though the reasons seemed clear enough. She was too honest, too natural for this frightened man; too remote from his tidy laws. She was, after all, a country girl; disordered, hysterical, loving. She was muddled and mischievous as a chimney-jackdaw, she made her nest of rags and jewels, was happy in the sunlight, squawked loudly at danger, pried and was insatiably curious, forgot when to eat or ate all day, and sang when sunsets were red. She lived by the easy laws of the hedgerow, loved the world, and made no plans, had a quick holy eye for natural wonders and couldn't have kept a neat house for her life. What my father wished for was something quite different, something she could never give him - the protective order of an unimpeachable suburbia, which was what he got in the end.
The three or four years Mother spent with my father she fed on for the rest of her life. Her happiness at that time was something she guarded as though it must ensure his eventual return. She would talk about it almost in awe, not that it had ceased but that it had happened at all.
Translation - Portuguese (EU)
Quando ela se mudou para a minúscula casa dele em Stroud, passando a tomar conta dos seus quatro filhos pequenos, Mamãe tinha trinta anos e ainda era bastante atraente. Acho que ela nunca tinha encontrado ninguém como ele. Este jovem pedante, com uma gentileza devotada, com suas maneiras afetadas, sua musica e suas ambições, seu charme e sua conversa inteligente e sua inegável boa aparência,
subjugou-a à primeira vista. Então ela se apaixonou imediatamente por ele, e permaneceu apaixonada para sempre. Ela mesma sendo graciosa, sensível, e devota, também tinha atraído meu pai, que acabou se casando com ela. E depois a abandonou, deixando-a não só com os seus próprios filhos, mas também os filhos dela.
Depois da partida dele, ela nos trouxe para a aldeia e ficou à espera. Ela esperou por trinta anos. Acho que ela nunca soube porque ele a tinha abandonado, embora as razões pareciam bastante claras. Ela era honesta demais, natural demais para este homem amedrontado; afastada demais das suas leis organizadas. Afinal de contas, ela era uma moça rural; desordenada, histérica, devota. Ela era confusa e travessa como uma gralha de chaminé, fazia o seu ninho com trapos e jóias, ficava contente com a luz do sol, gritava alto ao sentir perigo, era inquisitiva e insaciavelmente curiosa, esquecia de comer ou comia o dia todo, e cantava ao pôr-do-sol vermelho. Ela vivia pelas leis fáceis de cerca-vivas, adorava o mundo, e não tinha nenhum plano, tinha um olho vivo para as maravilhas da natureza, mas por nada no mundo podia manter a casa limpa. O que meu pai esperava dela era algo bastante diferente, algo que ela jamais conseguia dar-lhe - a ordem protetora de um subúrbio impecável, o que, no fim, foi o que ele encontrou.
Os três ou quatro anos que Mamãe passou com meu pai, foram o alimento que a sustentou para o resto da vida. A felicidade dela naquele tempo era algo que ela escondia como se isto assegurasse o retorno dele um dia. Ela contava quase com reverencia, não que tinha terminado, mas que realmente tinha acontecido.
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Hungarian to English: Juhasz Gyula: Milyen volt... General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - Hungarian Milyen volt szőkesége, nem tudom már,
De azt tudom, hogy szőkék a mezők,
Ha dús kalásszal jő a sárguló nyár
S e szőkeségben újra érzem őt.
Milyen volt szeme kékje, nem tudom már,
De ha kinyílnak ősszel az egek,
A szeptemberi bágyadt búcsuzónál
Szeme színére visszarévedek.
Milyen volt hangja selyme, sem tudom már,
De tavaszodván, ha sóhajt a rét,
Úgy érzem, Anna meleg szava szól át
Egy tavaszból, mely messze, mint az ég
Translation - English What shade of flaxen was her hair, I don't recall
But I do know the fields are gold at harvest time
When corn is ripe from summer's sun before the fall
When I can feel the blondness of her hair again
What shade of blue her eyes, I don't remember
But when time has come for faint goodbyes
Under the wide open skies of September
I seem to see the color of her eyes
What shade her silken voice, I had forgotten
But when spring grass starts to come alive
I can sense Anna's soft words all too often
Warm as distant springtime in the sky.
Hungarian to English: Jozsef Attila: Mama
Source text - Hungarian Már egy hete csak a mamára
gondolok mindíg, meg-megállva.
Nyikorgó kosárral ölében,
ment a padlásra, ment serényen.
Én még őszinte ember voltam,
ordítottam, toporzékoltam.
Hagyja a dagadt ruhát másra.
Engem vigyen föl a padlásra.
Csak ment és teregetett némán,
nem szidott, nem is nézett énrám
s a ruhák fényesen, suhogva,
keringtek, szálltak a magosba.
Nem nyafognék, de most már késő,
most látom, milyen óriás ő -
szürke haja lebben az égen,
kékítőt old az ég vizében
Translation - English All week long now, Mom's been in my thoughts
in all my waking hours, walkabouts
as up the attic staircase she climbs
with her creaky basket made of twines.
I was then still an earnest fellow
as I cried and screamed in the cellar
-Why won't she leave the swollen laundry
and take me up instead, and hurry!
She silently went on hanging clothes
she never scorned me, nor turned morose
through the air the wet laundry would fly
shining, drawing circles in the sky.
I wouldn't whine now, it's far too late
but just now I realize how great
she was, grey hair floating in the breeze
washing clothes in heaven's sky-blue seas
Hungarian to English: Ady Endre: Fate Shall Decide General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - Hungarian ELDÖNTI A SORS
Rossz vagy, vagy jó vagy?
Nem születtem én kitalálónak
S nem is születtem rossznak vagy jónak,
De kedves, gyûlölt
Hiábavalónak.
Akarsz maradni?
Én, jaj -jaj, hisz alig tudok adni,
Igérni tudok és megfogadni,
De beváltani?
Inkább elszaladni.
Téged szeretlek,
Hogy Te szeretsz, nem is olyan fontos:
Két ember s mind a kettõ bolondos.
Mi lesz velünk, majd eldönti talán
A Sors, e bölcs, gondos.
Translation - English FATE SHALL DECIDE
Are you bad, or good?
I wasn’t born to guess either way
Nor to be bad or good, what can I say
Just a gracious, loathed
Useless stray.
Care to stay?
Poor me, can’t well afford to pay.
To promise, to pledge I may
But to play?
I’d rather run away.
You, I love,
Love me or not, I really don’t care
We’re two people with a foolish flare.
What will happen to us, perhaps
The wise, caring Fate will tell.
Canadian citizen, born in Hungary, educated in Brazil, permanent home in Montreal. Since 2000, in-house translator and projects manager at a local multilingual translation agency. Over 30 years' previous working experience in seven (7) languages at various companies as multilingual secretary and translator. Completion of major annual translation contracts. Qualified to translate in most fields (literary, business, legal, medical, technical, commercial, visual arts, music, etc.) Poetry translations published in Brazil and Canada. McGill University Certificate. Also a successful commissioned portrait painter, participated in various art exhibits with portraits as well as landscapes (oil, pastel, watercolour, acrylic, charcoal).
Books published:
WHY WAS I RESUSCITATED? (by Anne Marie Beaudoin: Por quê me han reanimado? ES-EN;translated true story ISBN-13: 978-2981696847 (www.amazon.ca Anne Beaudoin)
NÉGYKEZES (by Kiraly Gabor: Collection of 56 poems, 125 pages) in four languages (Hungarian, English, French and Italian): HU-EN, translated 56 poems into English: FOUR-HANDED. 124 pages, 56 poems. Published by Kalandor Kiado, Budapest.
ISBN 978-963-9557-49-9
https://www.facebook.com/negykezes/timeline?ref=page_internal
http://www.attlc-ltac.org/latest-releases/four-handed
CLUSTER (GOCPONT by Stephen Paul Thomas)
HU-EN; (Kindle Edition)
translated science fiction novel with A.N. Roth
http://www.amazon.com/Cluster-Unmei-Stephen-Paul-Thomas-ebook/dp/B00S5LFUGU/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1453753810&sr=1-4&keywords=Cluster
ARIELA APARECIDA E O VALE DA NEBLINA DA CACHOEIRA
(ARIELA APARECIDA AND THE VALLEY OF THE WATERFALL'S MIST by Ron Janesh)
EN-PT
translated children's story
http://www.amazon.com
http://www.barnesandnoble.com
STORIES OF GOD (by Rainer Maria Rilke)
DE-EN
translated one story among the 14 stories
http://geschichtenvomliebengott.com/wp/
http://www.amazon.com
NOSTRADAMUS
(novel by Eric Mellema)
EN-PT
translated novel
http://www.nostredame.info/br/ebook.pdf
Contests: 1st place Winner of Proz.com Translation Contest: "Translation of Lyrics"
EN-PT (BR)
http://www.proz.com/translation-contests/entry/14416
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