Idendidäd Ach Goddla fell … Neia Reifn drauf

Author: Helmut Haberkamm
Translator: Alexander Hutchison, Donal McLaughlin, Kay McBurney, Robert Alan Jamieson

[Translations into Shetlandic by Robert Alan Jamieson; into Scots by Alexander Hutchison and Donal McLaughlin; and into English by Donal McLaughlin and Kay McBurney]

Idendidäd	Ydentitie	Identity
Wurri herkumm, wirri haaß, wemi Gleichsiech, wemi noochgrood Wosmer kaaßn hemm, wosmi Baggd, wosmi miedgnumma hadd Wossi gsehng hobb, wurri Gweesn bin, wossi glernd hobb Weni droffn hobb, wossi Derlebbd hobb, wossi waaß Wossi kann, wossi kenn, wossi Du, wossi sooch, wossermer denk Wos dief drinhoggd, wosmi Ausmachd, wosmer noochgehd Wossermer aufkalsd, wossermer Kolld hobb, wosmer oodoo hemm Mid wossi wos oofang, wosmer Wos oogehd, aus wossermer wos mach Fier wossi groodsteh Fier wossermi grummleech Obber wossi woor, binni nämmer, wossi Bin, bleibi nedd, wossi sei meecherd Binni nunni – Ach Wos waaßn iech?	Quhar A’m kum fæ, quhit I ans ta, quha A’m Da læklie o, quha I takk eftir Quhit d’ir kaad me, quhit’s Grippt me, quhit it is’at’s shiftit me Quhit A’m led een apo, quhar A’m Gien till, quhit ler A’m hed Quha A’m kum apo, quhit A’m Livt trow, quhit I wat Quhit I kan, quhit I ken, quhit I Dø, quhit I sæ, quhit I miesel tink Quhit hookers doon ati’me, quhit’s ati’ Mie makk-up, dat’at byds wie me Quhit A’m yoakkit me ta, quhit A’m Gottin t’miesel, quhit d’ir døn t’me Dat’at I dø wie, quhit ta me Hæs wirt, dat’at I makk wie Fir quhit A’m upstaandin Fir quhit I krug me owir Bit quhit iens I wis, I im næ mær, quhit I Im, A’ll no byd, quhit I wiss I wis A’m no yit bien – Ach Quhit dan ken I?	Where I come from, what my name is, who I Look like, who I take after What they promised me, what Grabbed me, what swept me along What I’ve seen, what I’ve been, what I’ve learned Who I’ve met, what I’ve Been through, what I know What I can do, what I know well, What I do, what I say, what I think to myself What’s deep within me, what Makes me different, what’s on my mind What I’ve brought upon myself, what I’ve saddled myself with, what they did to me How I begin something, what is My business, what matters to me What I accept responsibility for What I pinch and scrape for But what I was I am no more, what I Am I won’t remain, what I’d like to be I’m not yet. Och – What do I know?

Helmut Haberkamm From: Frankn lichd nedd am Meer, ars vivendi verlag, Cadolzburg, 1992	Shetlandic by Robert Alan Jamieson	English by Donal McLaughlin

Ach Goddla gell mei Guuderla	Loard Abøn, Feth, mie Pierie ting	Oh lordy-me, rightey-oh, my babykins
hobberla sodderla siggsdersla etzerdla hammer des aa widder gell mei Guuderla sabberlodder bloß a Momendla nu hobberla siggsdersla braungmers scho morng nämmer machn no fraali gell mei Heichderla ach Godderla iech soogs ja bloß a wengala bloß a Momendla nu siggsdersla mei Muscherla bloß a Hämpferla a Habbla a Hardla a Hafdla bloß a Schieberla a Straiberla a Fardla a Steigla mei Schlaggersla gell nacherdla haddmer hald gschwind a Drimmla un a bisserla sei Ruh aa widder gell mei Waggersla mei Bobberla mei Engerla mei Zeiserla gell des säggsd du aa mei Scheißerla siggsdersl	O waatch noo, dat’s de noo, sies du dis, noo jun’s wis nierlie don noo, feth mie pierie ting mersie me, choost a pierie start, O waatch, sies du dis we winna hæ dis t’dø da moarn, trootæl, feth. mie pierie swiet O Loard abøn, A’m sayin, choost a pierie græn a’dis Choost a pierie start mær, sies du dis mie pierie spoot choost æ haandfu, æ kælhert, æ gadderie, æ koos choost æ løffu, æ bowlfu, æ kyshiefu, æ kjist mie pierie tingaboadie feth we’ll hæ wis wir pukkil in a mienit an dan spell wis a pieriemintie start, willin we mie pierie jooil mie poppit, mie pierie aenchil, mie lintie feth døs du no sæ da sam mie pierie skittrie-ers na sies du, don	Oopsadaisy, there we goesy-woesy, that’s-a-better now, rightey-oh my babykins bless my soul, just a wee minute, oopsadaisy, there we goesy-woesy, now we won’t need to do it tomorrow, will we now my sweetykins oh lordy-me, only just a little-bitty more now just a wee minute, there we goesy-woesy my honeykins just a teensy-weensy handful, a spriglet, an itsy-bitsy clump, a titchy-witchy heap, just a bunchy-wunchy, a posy-wosy, a sacky-wacky, a boxy-woxy my cheekykins rightey-oh, we’ll have a piley in just a jiffy-wiffy and then we’ll be able to relaxykins, won’t we now my cutykins my poppet, my angelkins, my little chickadee you think so too, don’t you, my shittiekins here we goesy-woesy

Helmut Haberkamm From: Des sichd eich gleich, ars vivendi verlag, Cadolzburg, 2001	Shetlandic by Robert Alan Jamieson	English by Kay McBurney

Neia Reifn drauf nooch Bertolt Brecht	Njoo Quhiels On eftir Bertholt Brecht	New Tyres On after Bertolt Brecht
Iech hogg auf der Staffl am Oostraafer doddn. Mei Vadder dudd di Winderreifn nooschraum. Wui herkumm, moochi nedd grood noo. Wui hie will, moochi aa nedd grood noo. Is Gscheidsde wär, iech langerd mied noo Un dääd helf derzu bein Schraum. Obber So hoggi bloß doo un hald mei Goschn Un schau un waaß nedd, wossi meecherd. Sixd, etz sinn di Reifn aa scho droo. Mei Vadder wingd, iech fohr dervoo.	A’m hookirt’po da briggstenns, bie da bøt-daddir. Mie fædir snøds da wintir-quhiel bolts doon. Quhar A’m kum fæ, I hæna will t’gjing dær. Quhar A’m set fir, neddir hae I will t’gjing daer. Da thing wid be fir me t’rekk a haand dær An gie a pierie spell apo da bolts. Bit Dær I hookir me, haddin mie chaas an gaan, no kennin quhit A’m eftir. Sies du, fu shøn da quhiels ir gød t’læv. Mie fædir wævs, as oot a’dær I dræv.	I’m on the front step beside the shoe-scraper. My father’s putting on the winter tyres. I don’t want to go to where I’m from right now. I don’t want to go where I want to go to, either. The best thing would be to lend a hand and help put the tyres on. I remain sitting there just, though, and keep my mouth shut. And watch, not knowing what I want. Look – that’s the tyres on already. My father waves, I drive off.

Helmut Haberkamm From: Frankn lichd nedd am Meer, ars vivendi verlag, Cadolzburg, 1992	Shetlandic by Robert Alan Jamieson	English by Donal McLaughlin

	New Tyres Oan
	ahm on the front step aside the shoescraper. ma faither’s pittin the winter tyres oan. where ah come frae, ah dont wantae go right now. where ah want tae get tae, ah dont wantae go either. The best thing wid be tae get a grip an’ help pit the tyres oan. ah keep sittin there just but an’ keep ma gob shut. An’ watch, no knowin whit ah want. Look – that’s the tyres oan awready. Ma faither waves, ah drive off. Scots by

	Donal McLaughlin

	New Tyres Fittit
	A’m oot front on the step aside the buit-scratter. Ma faither’s pittin on the winter tyres. Far a’m fae, a dinna wint t’ ging richt noo. Far a micht seek t’ging, a dinna wint t’ ging aither. Giein him a haun t’ fit the tyres wid be The thing t’ dee. Hoowivver, I jist bide Humphin here an zip ma moo. An watchin: nae kennin fit a wint. Aye, look, at’s the tyres on aready: Ma faither gies us a wave, an I heid aff.

	Scots by Alexander Hutchison