The Nightingale

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The Nightingale is a wonder tale written by the Danish writer Hans Christian Andersen. All untranslated words are italicized. This translation by AtterCleanser44 uses native words to replace Norse words and also replaces she with ha.


In China, as thou likely knowest, the Coaser is a Chinishman, and all his hoffmen are also Chinishmen. The tale I am going to tell thee betided many years ago, but it is worthwhile to listen to it before it is foryetten. The Coaser's highhall was the greatest of the world, all made of hend porcelain, but so brittle and nesh that one must nim great care on how one rined it. In the leighton were the wonderfullest blossoms, and on the loveliest of hem were tied silver bells that tinkled so that if one went by, one could not help looking at the blossoms. Everything in the Coaser's leighton was hendly set up, and the leighton was so great that even the leightoner himself did not know where it ended. If one ever went beyond it, one came to a lovely wold with great trees and deep lakes in it. The wold went straight down to the sea, which was blue and deep. Great ships could sail under the trees' boughs, and in these trees lived a Nightingale. Ha sang so blessedly that even the arm fisherman who had so much to do stood and listened when he came at night to pull up his nets. "How sheen it is!" he said, but he had to go to his work, and foryat about the bird. But when ha sang the next night, and the fisherman came there ayen, he said the same thing ayen, "How sheen it is!".

From all the world's lands came wayfarers to the Coaser's town, who bewondered the highhall and the leighton. But when hy heard the Nightingale, hy all said, "That is truly the best!".

The wayfarers told all about it when hy went home, and learned scholars wrote many books about the town, the highhall, and the leighton. But hy did not foryet the Nightingale; ha was set allerfirst, and all the leethers wrote torghtly leeths about the Nightingale in the wold by the deep sea.

The books went throughout the world, and some of hem reached the Coaser. He sat in his golden sield, and read and read. He nodded his head every eyeblink, for he liked reading the wonderful bewritings of the town, the highhall, and the leighton. "But the Nightingale was the allerbest!", he saw written.

"What is that?" asked the Coaser. "I know nothing about the Nightingale! Is there such a bird in my coaserdom, and so near as in my leighton? I have never heard of it! One must learn of this for the first time from a book!"

And he clept his First Lord to him. He was so proud that if anyone of nethermore standing than his own talked to him or asked him anything, he would say nothing but "P!", which doth not mean anything.

"Here is a most ferly bird that is clept a Nightingale!" said the Coaser. "Hy say ha is the allerbest in my great coaserdom! Why hath no one ever said anything to me about her?"

"I have never heard of her," said the First Lord. "Ha hath never been shown at hoff."

"I list her to come here tonight and sing to me!" said the Coaser. "The whole world knoweth what I have, and I do not know!"

"I have never heard of her!" said the First Lord. "I will look for her and find her!"

But where was ha to be found? The First Lord ran up and down stairs, through the rooms and hallways, but none of those he met had ever heard of the Nightingale. And the First Lord ran ayen to the Coaser, and told him that it must be a leaspel of those who had written the books. "Thy Coaserly Majesty cannot believe all that is written. It is findles and something clept the black craft!"

"But the book in which I read this," said the Coaser, "is sent me by His Great Majesty the Coaser of Japan, so it cannot be untrue, and I will hear the Nightingale! Ha must be here this evening! Ha hath my highest eest! If ha doth not come, then the whole hoff shall be trampled upon after mease!"

"Tsing pe!" said the First Lord, and he ran up and down stairs, through the rooms and hallways, and half the hoff ran with him, for hy did not list to be trampled upon. All were asking after the ferly Nightingale, whom all the world knew of, but those at hoff.

At last, hy met an arm little maiden in the kitchen, who said “Oh! I know the nightingale well. Oh, how ha singeth! Every evening, I have leave to nim home the scraps from the hoff to my arm sick mother; ha liveth down at the beach, and when I go back home, tired, rest in the wold, and then I hear the Nightingale sing! Then tears come into my eyes, and it is as if my mother kissed me!”

“Little kitchenmaid!” said the First Lord. “I will yeave thee a fast astelling in the kitchen, and thou shalt have leave to see the Coaser mease if thou canst lead us to the Nightingale, for ha is clept for this evening.”

And so hy all went into the wold where the Nightingale was wont to sing, and half the hoff went too. When hy were on the way, a cow began to low.

“Oh!” said the hoffmen. “Now we have her! What a ferly might for such a small deer! I have wissly heard it before!”

“No, that is a cow lowing!” said the little kitchenmaid. “We are still far away from the stead!”

Then the frogs croaked in the marsh.

“Wonderful!” said the Chinish handpriest. “Now we hear her; it sweyeth like a little church-bell!”

“No, those are frogs!” said the little kitchenmaid. “But now, I think we shall soon hear her!”

Then the Nightingale began to sing.

“There ha is!” said the little maiden. “Listen, listen! There ha sitteth!”

And ha wised to a little gray bird on the branches.

“Is it mightly!” said the First Lord. “I should have never thought it! How onefold ha looketh! Ha must wissly have lost her blee from seeing so many thungen men umb her!”

“Little Nightingale,” clept out the little kitchenmaid, “our eestiest Coaser wisheth thee to sing before him!”

“With the greatest glee!” said the Nightingale and sang liefsomely.

“It sweyeth like glass bells!” said the First Lord. “And see how her little throat worketh! It is weird that we have never heard her before! Ha will be a success at hoff!”

“Shall I sing once more before the Coaser?” asked the Nightingale, thinking that the Coaser was there.

“My torghtly little nightingale,” said the First Lord, “I have the great glee to lathe thee to hoff this evening, where thou wilt bewitch His Eesty Coaserly Majesty with thy galing song!"

"It sweyeth best in the green wood," said the Nightingale, but still, ha came gladly when ha heard the Coaser had wished it.

At the highhall, everything was torghtly readied. The porcelain walls and floors glittered in the light of many thousand gold lightvats; the loveliest blossoms that tinkled out well were put in the hallways. There was a hurrying and a draft, and all the bells so jingled that one could not hear oneself speak. In the middle of the great hall, where the Coaser sat, was a golden perch, on which the Nightingale should sit. The whole hoff was there, and the little kitchenmaid was aleaved to stand behind the door, now that ha was a hoff-cook. Everyone was clad in his best, and everyone was looking toward the little gray bird to whom the Coaser nodded.

The Nightingale sang so liefsomely that tears came into the Coaser's eyes and ran down his cheeks. Then the Nightingale sang even more sheenly; it went right to the heart. The Coaser was so glad that he said that ha should wear his golden slipper umb her neck. But the Nightingale thanked him and said that ha had had enough meed already.

"I have seen tears in the Coaser's eyes—that is for me the richest fratow! A Coaser's tears have a wonderful might, and God knoweth I am meeded enough!" Then ha sang ayen with her sweet, blessed steven.

"That is the most galing liffeting that I know!" said the ladies all umb. And then hy nam water into hare mouths, so that hy might gurgle when anyone talked to hem. Then hy thought hemselves nightingales. Yes, the lackeys and the chambermaids mielded that hy were quemed, which means a great deal, for hy are the hardest to queme. In short, the Nightingale was a true success. Ha must now belive at hoff; ha had her own cage and leave to to walk out twice in the day and once at night. Ha was yeaven twelve servants, who each had a silken string that was fastened umb her leg. There was little glee in flying about like this.

The whole town was talking about the wonderful bird, and when two people met each other, one would say "Nightin", and the other "Gale", and then hy would both sigh and understand each other. Yes, and eleven grocer's children were clept after her, but not one of hem could sing a note.

One day, the Coaser yat a great parcel on which was written "The Nightingale".

"Here is another new book about our namecouth bird!" said the Coaser.

But it was not a book but a little mechanical plaything, which lay in a box—an artificial nightingale that was like the real one, but it was studded with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. When one wound it up, it could sing the piece the real bird sang, moved its tail up and down, and shone with silver and gold. Umb its neck was a little collar on which was written "The Nightingale of the Coaser of Japan is armer than that of the Coaser of China".

"This is wonderful!" hy all said, and the man who had brought the clockwork bird yat on the spot the title of "Bringer of the Coaserly Nightingale".

"Now hy must sing together; what a duet we shall have!"

And so hy sang together, but hare stevens did not blend, for the real Nightingale sang in her way, and the clockwork bird sang waltzes.

"It is not its shild!" said the bandmaster. "It keepeth ever so good time and is rather of my style!"

Then the artificial bird must sing alone. It yave evenly as much glee as the real one, and then it was so much prettier to look at; it sparkled like bracelets and necklaces. Thirty-three times it sang the same piece without being tired. Folk would have liked to hear it ayen, but the Coaser thought that the living Nightingale should sing now—but where was ha? No one had noticed that ha had flown out of the open window away to her green wold.

"What SHALL we do!" said the Coaser. And all the Hoff scolded and said that the Nightingale was ever so unthankful. "But we still have the best bird!" hy said, and the artificial bird must sing ayen, and that was the thirty-fourth time hy had heard the same piece. But hy did not yet know it by heart; it was much too hard. And the Bandmaster praised the bird greatly; yes, he assured hem that it was better than a real nightingale not only as far as clothes and the many liefsome diamonds are concerned but also on the inside.

"Ye see, my lords and ladies and Thy Coaserly Majesty above all, with the real nightingale, one can never tell what will come out, but with the artificial bird, all is determined! One can explain it, one can open it and show human thought, how the waltzes lie, how hy go, and how one followeth the other!"

"That is exactly what I thought!" said all, and the bandmaster yat special leave to show the folk the bird next Sunday. hy should hear it sing, bade the Coaser. And hy heard it, and hy were as quemed as if hy had merrily drunk on tea, for it was wholly Chinish, and hy said "Oh!" and held up hare forefingers and nodded time. But the arm fisherman who had heard the real nightingale said: "This one singeth well enough and soundeth like the bird's song; but something is missing—I do not know what!"

The real nightingale was fleemed from the coaserdom.

The artificial bird was put on silken cushions by the Coaser's bed, all the yeaves that it yat, gold and worthful stones, lay umb it, and it was yeaven the title of Coaserly Night-singer, First from the left. For the Coaser reckoned that side as the more thungen, being the side on which the heart is; the Coaser's heart is also on the left.