Divine_Malevolence
Kestin Sha
Lol. Translators are awesome. Sometimes I put pieces of writing into a translator and then pull it back out and see how mangled it gets...one time, the word "rectum" somehow made it into Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven". O_o
I just did it with a quote from Serenity. Quite fun.
Heh heh. xd Rapping.
Here's the full version of my retranslation:
Quote:
Once on one midnight boring, whereas pondered, weak and cánsese,
on many a colorful volume and peculiar from knowing forgotten,
whereas I shaked one's head, napping almost, striking came there suddenly slightly,
in date certain smoothly to criticize mordaciously,
criticizing mordaciously in my door of the compartment
"' Tis some visitor," I murmured, "striking slightly in my door of the compartment –
only this one, and nothing else."
Ampere hour, memory differently that was in the sad December,
and each one live coal that died separated wrought its ghost on the floor.
It wished with impatience morrow; -- vainly had tried to borrow
of my surcease of books of the pain -- pain for the lost Lenore –
for they maiden rare and radiating to that the angels name Lenore –
without name here for evermore.
And sad uncertain crujir of silk of each curtain purple moved to me –
filled me of fantastic terrors never it felt before;
So that now, to immovable I strike of my heart, I was stopped of repetition,
"' Tis a little entrance entreating in my door of the entrance compartment –
a little entreating of the visitor of the last visitor in my door of the compartment; - -
This is, and nothing else."
My soul grew more fort at the moment; vacillating then not of length,
"to sir," it said I, "or lady, truth his pardon that imploro;
But the fact is I napping, and you came so smoothly criticizing mordaciously,
and you came striking so weakly slightly,
striking slightly in my door of the compartment,
that little I was safe that I heard to him "- - here I opened wide the door; - -
the Dark there, and nothing else.
Deeply in that to watch with fixedness of the dark,
length was stopped there that was asked, fearing,
doubting, dreaming dream to no mortals bold always not to dream before;
But silence was intact, and the calm did not give any symbol,
and the only word spoken there was the whispered word, "Lenore"
This that I whispered, and an echo murmured behind the word, "Lenore" - -
Simply this, and nothing else.
Again within the compartment that gave return, all my soul within me that was burned,
I soon heard again strike something slightly more noisily than before.
"surely," it said I, "surely that he is something in my grating of the window:
Déjeme to see, then, is what thereat, and this mystery explores –
my heart still lets be a little while and this mystery explores; - -
' Tis the wind and nothing else."
Ábrame threw the stopper here, when, with many ligón and an uproar,
inside walked a majestic one there raven saintly of the days of yore;
Not the minus obeisance done he; a minute did not stop it or remained;
But, with they mien of gentleman or lady, perched on my door of the compartment –
perched on a bust of Pallas hardly on my door of the compartment –
perched, and seated, and nothing else.
Then east bird of the ebony that seduced my sad supposition in smiling,
by the honor burdens and severe of the face it used.
"although the crest thy is shaved and shaved, thousand," said Is, the "safe art no craven,
severe and old horrorosos raven to vagar every night of the border –
dígame what names lordly thy is in the border of Plutonian at night"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Marvelled these birds ungainly to hear so level speech,
although its answer little meant -- little alesaje of the importance much;
For us we cannot let agree that the plus is est alive of the no human being
always yet blest with seeing the bird on their door of the compartment –
bird or beast on the bust carved on their door of the compartment,
with the name as "Nevermore."
But they raven, single seating in the calm bust, the ray only that a word,
as if its soul in a that word he did outpour.
Future nothing else then he pronounced -- a then pen he did not shake –
until I more than murmured hardly, "other friends has flown before –
in the day following he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Scared in the calm broken by the spoken answer so advisable,
"without a doubt some," said I, "what pronounces is only common his and the warehouse,
taken of some master unfortunate that the disaster unmerciful
followed quickly and more quickly followed until its songs a alesaje of the load –
until dirges of its hope that melancholic alesaje of the load
of ' never -- nevermore '."
But the Raven still that seduced all my supposition in smiling,
rectum I rolled a seat cushioned in front of the bird, and bust, and door;
Then on the velvet that sinks, betook same of I to bind
the supposition to the supposition, thinking what this sinister bird of yore –
what it meant east severe bird, ungainly, horroroso, gaunt and wreck of yore
in "Nevermore that croaba."
This that I seated hooked to conjecture, only no syllable that expresses
the birds that ardent eyes now were burned in the base of my chest;
This and I more seated to guess, with my head in the facility that rested
in the trimming of the velvet of the shock absorber that presumed the light of the lamp óer,
but that violet trimming of the velvet with óer that it is conceited of the light of the lamp,
she will press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought that the air grew denser, perfumed of censer nonsight
made pivot by Seraphim that footfalls tintinearon in the copetudo floor.
"Wretch," I shouted, the "God thy thee, lent hath -- by these angels he thee sent hath
Respite, -- term and nepenthe, of memories thy of Lenore!
Quaff, quaff of oh this nepenthe good and forgets this lost Lenore "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"prophet" Said I, "thing of the evil! -- still prophet, if bird or devil! - -
If sent Tempter, or if storm shook thee in earth here,
desolate yet all undaunted, in this land of the enchanted desert –
in this home by the frequented horror -- say truth to me, imploro -
it has -- I am balsam in Gilead there? -- dígame -- I say that, implore "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"prophet" Said I, "thing of badly -- still the prophet, if bird or devil!
By that sky that bends on us -- by that God we both adore –
says this soul with the loaded pain if, within the distant Aidenn,
it fastens to sainted to maiden that well-known the Lenore angels –
fastens to maiden rare and radiating to that the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"our sample in the game, bird is that word or fiend," I screamed upstarting –
"it again obtains thee within the storm and of the border of Plutonian at night!
Hath does not leave any plume black like symbol of that thy of the soul of the spoken lie!
Leave my unbroken! of the solitude -- the bust stops on my door!
Thy outside my heart takes the tip, and takes the form thy from my door "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never revoloteando, still is seating, still is seating
in the bust pallid of Pallas hardly on my door of the compartment;
And their eyes have all looking like of a demon who is dreaming,
and óer of the light of the lamp he who flows lance his shade in the floor;
And my soul outside that shade that lies floating in the floor
will be raised -- nevermore!
on many a colorful volume and peculiar from knowing forgotten,
whereas I shaked one's head, napping almost, striking came there suddenly slightly,
in date certain smoothly to criticize mordaciously,
criticizing mordaciously in my door of the compartment
"' Tis some visitor," I murmured, "striking slightly in my door of the compartment –
only this one, and nothing else."
Ampere hour, memory differently that was in the sad December,
and each one live coal that died separated wrought its ghost on the floor.
It wished with impatience morrow; -- vainly had tried to borrow
of my surcease of books of the pain -- pain for the lost Lenore –
for they maiden rare and radiating to that the angels name Lenore –
without name here for evermore.
And sad uncertain crujir of silk of each curtain purple moved to me –
filled me of fantastic terrors never it felt before;
So that now, to immovable I strike of my heart, I was stopped of repetition,
"' Tis a little entrance entreating in my door of the entrance compartment –
a little entreating of the visitor of the last visitor in my door of the compartment; - -
This is, and nothing else."
My soul grew more fort at the moment; vacillating then not of length,
"to sir," it said I, "or lady, truth his pardon that imploro;
But the fact is I napping, and you came so smoothly criticizing mordaciously,
and you came striking so weakly slightly,
striking slightly in my door of the compartment,
that little I was safe that I heard to him "- - here I opened wide the door; - -
the Dark there, and nothing else.
Deeply in that to watch with fixedness of the dark,
length was stopped there that was asked, fearing,
doubting, dreaming dream to no mortals bold always not to dream before;
But silence was intact, and the calm did not give any symbol,
and the only word spoken there was the whispered word, "Lenore"
This that I whispered, and an echo murmured behind the word, "Lenore" - -
Simply this, and nothing else.
Again within the compartment that gave return, all my soul within me that was burned,
I soon heard again strike something slightly more noisily than before.
"surely," it said I, "surely that he is something in my grating of the window:
Déjeme to see, then, is what thereat, and this mystery explores –
my heart still lets be a little while and this mystery explores; - -
' Tis the wind and nothing else."
Ábrame threw the stopper here, when, with many ligón and an uproar,
inside walked a majestic one there raven saintly of the days of yore;
Not the minus obeisance done he; a minute did not stop it or remained;
But, with they mien of gentleman or lady, perched on my door of the compartment –
perched on a bust of Pallas hardly on my door of the compartment –
perched, and seated, and nothing else.
Then east bird of the ebony that seduced my sad supposition in smiling,
by the honor burdens and severe of the face it used.
"although the crest thy is shaved and shaved, thousand," said Is, the "safe art no craven,
severe and old horrorosos raven to vagar every night of the border –
dígame what names lordly thy is in the border of Plutonian at night"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Marvelled these birds ungainly to hear so level speech,
although its answer little meant -- little alesaje of the importance much;
For us we cannot let agree that the plus is est alive of the no human being
always yet blest with seeing the bird on their door of the compartment –
bird or beast on the bust carved on their door of the compartment,
with the name as "Nevermore."
But they raven, single seating in the calm bust, the ray only that a word,
as if its soul in a that word he did outpour.
Future nothing else then he pronounced -- a then pen he did not shake –
until I more than murmured hardly, "other friends has flown before –
in the day following he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Scared in the calm broken by the spoken answer so advisable,
"without a doubt some," said I, "what pronounces is only common his and the warehouse,
taken of some master unfortunate that the disaster unmerciful
followed quickly and more quickly followed until its songs a alesaje of the load –
until dirges of its hope that melancholic alesaje of the load
of ' never -- nevermore '."
But the Raven still that seduced all my supposition in smiling,
rectum I rolled a seat cushioned in front of the bird, and bust, and door;
Then on the velvet that sinks, betook same of I to bind
the supposition to the supposition, thinking what this sinister bird of yore –
what it meant east severe bird, ungainly, horroroso, gaunt and wreck of yore
in "Nevermore that croaba."
This that I seated hooked to conjecture, only no syllable that expresses
the birds that ardent eyes now were burned in the base of my chest;
This and I more seated to guess, with my head in the facility that rested
in the trimming of the velvet of the shock absorber that presumed the light of the lamp óer,
but that violet trimming of the velvet with óer that it is conceited of the light of the lamp,
she will press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought that the air grew denser, perfumed of censer nonsight
made pivot by Seraphim that footfalls tintinearon in the copetudo floor.
"Wretch," I shouted, the "God thy thee, lent hath -- by these angels he thee sent hath
Respite, -- term and nepenthe, of memories thy of Lenore!
Quaff, quaff of oh this nepenthe good and forgets this lost Lenore "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"prophet" Said I, "thing of the evil! -- still prophet, if bird or devil! - -
If sent Tempter, or if storm shook thee in earth here,
desolate yet all undaunted, in this land of the enchanted desert –
in this home by the frequented horror -- say truth to me, imploro -
it has -- I am balsam in Gilead there? -- dígame -- I say that, implore "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"prophet" Said I, "thing of badly -- still the prophet, if bird or devil!
By that sky that bends on us -- by that God we both adore –
says this soul with the loaded pain if, within the distant Aidenn,
it fastens to sainted to maiden that well-known the Lenore angels –
fastens to maiden rare and radiating to that the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"our sample in the game, bird is that word or fiend," I screamed upstarting –
"it again obtains thee within the storm and of the border of Plutonian at night!
Hath does not leave any plume black like symbol of that thy of the soul of the spoken lie!
Leave my unbroken! of the solitude -- the bust stops on my door!
Thy outside my heart takes the tip, and takes the form thy from my door "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never revoloteando, still is seating, still is seating
in the bust pallid of Pallas hardly on my door of the compartment;
And their eyes have all looking like of a demon who is dreaming,
and óer of the light of the lamp he who flows lance his shade in the floor;
And my soul outside that shade that lies floating in the floor
will be raised -- nevermore!
