Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Bölüm 178: Birlikte Şarkı Söylemek

Lesyt'in çevirisi

Güneş doğdu.

For some, the new day was exactly like the previous one, for others it was quite different.

Mesela Feng kabilesinden gezici grupla bir şeyler alışverişinde bulunmak isteyenler neyi seçeceklerini ve karşılığında ne vereceklerini merak ediyorlardı; those who had been in charge of looking out for birds could have a rest today, as today, there was a bigger one in the sky; also, it was a special day for an old man who lived in the wanderers’ area of the Feng tribe.

To Old He, today was an exceptionally special day. Every year this day, he would go to the mountaintop, face the same direction, and worship, pray and sing songs.

Atalarının ne zamandan beri her yıl bu günde dua etmek, şarkı söylemek, yüzyıllardır aktarılan sözleri ve kimsenin bilmediği kabilenin adını ezberlemek için buraya gelmeleri kuralını koyduklarını bilmiyordu. Old He had gotten used to coming here every year at this time, fulfilling his ancestor’s wishes, as well as his.

Every year at this time, an amazing dream would come to his mind. Everything was very clear, including the rising flames and the two horns surrounded by them. It seemed to be the same as what the ancestors had told him. Sometimes he couldn’t even tell whether he was dreaming or in reality, whether it was created by his mind or it really existed.

Kabile hâlâ var mıydı? Every time he felt such confusion he would stand here, to pray and sing songs, which strengthened his conviction.

Many wanderers did not understand his behavior, some even feeling pity for him. Umursamadı ve sadece devam etti. Ayrıca bu şekilde şarkı söylemeyi de gerçekten seviyordu. At that time he would forget all the anguish and troubles. Here was where he would sing all day long, throwing away all of his sorrows.

Today, just as how he had done in the past, he took a straw bag packed with roasted meat and a water jug, and walked up the mountain.

The mountains within the territory of the Feng tribe were not high at all. Kısa sürede zirveye ulaştı. Yaşlı adam daha yüksek olanı tercih ederdi. But the area over there was not the territory of the Feng tribe, and he probably would not even survive the climb. He would be regarded as an intruder and be killed on the spot before he got there as well.

Standing on the green mountaintop, Old He took a deep breath, as he had done in the past years, raised his voice, and started to sing.

His song spread from the mountaintop to all nearby places. Some people heard the song, but didn’t care at all. İnsanlar her gün şarkı söylüyordu. As to what the song was, they did not pay any attention, still busy with their own lives.

"Dünyanın başlangıcından bu yana atalarımız ve kabilemiz büyümüş, avlanarak yaşamaya başlamışlardı. Bahar geliyor, hava ısınıyor, buzlar ve karlar erimiş bile. Çocuklar ve yetişkinler sevinçle zıplıyor, hayvanlar kükrerken kuşlar cıvıldıyor, avcılar yiyecek arıyor..." [Bu bir şarkı, sanatsal olarak tercümesi pek iyi değil.]

Standing at the mountaintop alone and facing towards one direction, Old He kept on singing. Suddenly, he heard a second voice, someone had joined him. Feng kabilesinin şarkılarını bile öğrenemediği için söyleyebildiği tek şarkı atalarından kalma Av Şarkısıydı.

Old He could only sing one song, but when the others sang, he would also try to follow. Others sometimes went around trying to sing his song as well, even if they didn’t know the words. The others’ and Old He’s versions were totally different, though. İlki sanki yas tutuyormuş gibi şarkı söylüyordu ve ne kadar çok şarkı söylerlerse o kadar üzülüyorlardı, ikincisi ise ne kadar çok şarkı söylerse o kadar iyi hissediyordu.

Maybe only people of the Flaming Horns tribe could sing such a sad song so heroically.

So, at first, when Old He heard someone singing with him, he did not pay any attention. He didn’t turn around, but still stood there and continued on.

But soon he found out that the man could manage to sing for a really long time. Sadece bu da değil, adam ondan daha iyiydi. Neden söyleyebildiğine gelince, açıktı. The feelings the man’s singing brought were not at all as depressing as the others’, making Old He feel even more cheered up. Some tunes were obviously different from what he remembered, but Old He felt that this song should be sung in this way.
The man was right behind him, and Old He was dying to turn around to have a look, to see who the man was and ask where the man was from. Ama Yaşlı O bunu yapmadı. He would be showing disrespect to the ancestors if he did not finish the song.

“…Avını avlamak için, her gün acele edin, dağın derinliklerine inin, ağır çantalarla geri dönün, canavarları tespit edip takip etme yeteneğine sahibiz..”

While singing, Old He lost himself in that amazing state again. He saw the two horns with flames appearing near but untouchable. Önemli bir şeyin eksik olduğunu hissetti.

After finishing the Hunting Song, Old He did not immediately recover from that state. Half an hour had passed when Old He gradually came to his senses. He remembered the man who sang with him and turned around, only to see a youngster he had never seen before.

“Hey, whose kid are you? How do you appear here?” Yaşlı sordu.

"Hmm?" Shao Xuan felt confused, “Have you seen someone else like me?”

"Kimsin sen? Adın ne?" Yaşlı biraz su içtikten sonra sordu.

“Benim adım Shao Xuan.” After thinking for a second, he added, “From the Flaming Horns tribe.”

Old He took a look at Shao Xuan, his eyes seemingly saying: What nonsense are you spouting.

Suyu içip bir süre dinlendikten sonra Yaşlı He, Shao Xuan ile tekrar konuştu, "Nereden gelirseniz gelin, vaktiniz varsa benimle tekrar şarkı söyleyin."

Shao Xuan: “….” Bu mu?

After seeing the fierce and excited reaction from Yan Shuo before, Shao Xuan didn’t know how to respond to such a weak reaction. Therefore, he went over and sang the song once again with Old He.

After finishing, Old He sat on the ground to rest.

"Nerelisiniz?" Yaşlı aniden sordu.

“Buraya gezici grupla geldim.” Shao Xuan yanıtladı.

“Eh? Don’t you have any fear at all? The people in those traveling groups are not good. You should be careful with your companions.”

“Why would you face towards that direction when you were singing just now?” Shao Xuan sordu.

“Sebebini bilmiyor musun?!” Yaşlı O, Shao Xuan'a sitem dolu gözlerle baktı, "Burası kabilemizin bulunduğu yer! Bunu hatırla ve gelecekte de unutma!"

After chatting with Old He for a while, Shao Xuan understood why he had come here to sing.

It seemed that everyone in the Flaming Horns tribe was committed to living in their own way, trying to keep the belief in their mind.

Old He’s son had passed away, his daughter-in-law had ran away, and his wife was at home, taking care of their sick grandson. Yaşlı O, yılda yalnızca bir kez şarkı söylemek için buraya gelirdi. Geçen yıl torunuyla gitmişti. Unfortunately, his grandson was severely sick these days, so Old He came here alone. When he was singing, he prayed to his ancestors to protect his little grandson from illness. Çayırlardaki birçok insan bundan dolayı ölmüştü.

After a little rest, Old He called Shao Xuan and began to sing again. He firmly believed that singing with Shao Xuan inspired him and made him feel as excited as a hunting warrior preparing for battle

Time after time, Shao Xuan sang with the old man.

Old He did not stop singing until it started to become dark.

Geri dönme zamanı gelmişti.

Yaşlı O, Shao Xuan'la birlikte battı. He also asked Shao Xuan about his future plans and learned Shao Xuan was going the central area. Yaşlı O onunla aynı fikirde değildi.

"Orası çok uzak ve çok tehlikeli. Senin gibi hiçbir yeteneği olmayan bir çocuk o gezginlerle birlikte nasıl orta bölgeye gidebilir? O bölge diğer yerlere göre çok daha tehlikeli. Daha önce yaşadığın yere dönmeni tavsiye ederim. Belki durumun kötü olabilir ama en azından yaşıyorsun. Sağlam görünüyorsun. Ve eğer gerçekten yaşayacak bir yer bulamazsan burada benimle kalabilirsin. Çayırlarda geçimini sağlamak zor olsa da gezmekten daha iyi. amaçsızca." Yaşlı onu ikna etmeye çalıştı.

“It’s ok, don’t worry. I have the ability to protect myself.” dedi Shao Xuan.

"Genç adam, nispeten iyi bir güçle her yere gidebileceğini sanma. Güçlü olabiliriz ama totem savaşçılarıyla karşılaştırılamayız."

“Ama ben bir totem savaşçısıyım.”

"…Ne?"

“I mean, I am a totem warrior, an intermediate one… hey, watch out!”

Before Shao Xuan could finish his words, he saw the old man’s feet twisting as he fell down on the hillside. If it weren’t for Shao Xuan quickly grabbing him by the hand, Old He would have probably rolled farther, or even hit a stone.
Old He returned home from the mountain on Shao Xuan’s back. He had sprained his ankle, but fortunately had no other injury.

Old He’s wife was looking after her young grandson. The moment she saw her husband on Shao Xuan’s back, she hurried over to check the condition of his injury.

"İyiyim. Sadece ayak bileğimi burktum. Hey, Shao Xuan, hadi ama neden şimdi durduk? Devam edelim! Kabilede başka kim var? Şaman sana ne öğretti?" Old He had no time to answer the questions of his wife, nor did he care about his injured ankle. He only wanted to ask questions about the Flaming Horns tribe.

Yaşlı He ahşap yatağa yatırılıp tıbbi tedavi gördükten sonra Shao Xuan şöyle yanıtladı: "Ne kadar dengeli olduğunu gördüğümde her şeyi bildiğini sanıyordum."

“How can I know that you really were a member the Flaming Horns tribe. I thought you were a wanderer.” When speaking of this, Old He felt even more embarrassed for misunderstanding him.

In the past, when several tribes in the grasslands had friendly relations, he had travelled a bit and saw wanderers like him. Fellow sufferers shared their anguish with each other and then returned home, moving on.

Everyone wished to return to the tribe someday, but one generation after another, from birth to death, that wish had not come true.

Once, Old He also thought that his life would be a similar case. Onun büyükbabası, büyükbabasının büyükbabası ve ilk zamanların ataları, ne kadar zaman geçtiğini bilmeden bu otlaktaki kabileler için çalışıyor ve geçimlerini sağlıyorlardı. Geriye kalan tek şey şarkı ve nesilden nesile aktarılan, onların bilmesi gereken şeylerdi.

"Uzun zamandır burada yaşıyoruz. İyi huylarımız var, büyük bir gücümüz var ve çok çalışmayı seviyoruz. Kabilelerden insanlar zaman zaman bizi istiyor. Mesela Feng kabilesinden insanları alın, bazen otlatma konusunda bile benden yardım istiyorlar. O yüzden kabilemize endişelenmemelerini ve hala dayanabileceğimizi söyleyin! Geri dönecekleri günü sabırsızlıkla bekliyoruz!"

"Otlayabilir misin?" Shao Xuan sordu.

“Yes. I’ve done it for as long as I can remember.”

"Hayvan yetiştirmeyi biliyor musun?" Shao Xuan onu tekrar sorguladı.

“Of course. All of the people living in the grasslands know how to raise livestock.”

Shao Xuan hepsinin gerçekten yetenekli olduğunu düşünüyordu. If it were his fellow tribesmen at the other side of the river, the livestock given to them would be cooking in the pot not soon after.