gortos yn y le oor Engels

gortos yn y le

Vertalings in die woordeboek Kornies - Engels

stay in his place

stay it its place

stay put

werkwoord

voorbeelde

/ gortos yn y le / / /
stay it its place

/ gortos yn y le / / /
stay in his place

/ gortos yn y le / / /
stay put

17Ha pan wrussens aga dri yn-mes, yn-medhons, ‘Fi rag dha vewnans. Na wra mires a-dryv dhis, na gortos le vyth y'n plen a-dro; fi dhe'n menydh ma na vi diswrys.’
17And it came to pass, when they had brought them forth abroad, that he said, Escape for thy life; look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed.

15 Ha pan dheuth golow dydh, an eledh a ynnias war Lot, ow leverel, ‘Sav yn-bann, kemmer dha wreg ha’th tiw vyrgh usi omma ma na vi diswrys yn kessydhyans an sita.’ 16 Mes ev a dhelatyas, ytho an wer a settyas dalghenn yn y leuv ha leuv y wreg ha leuv y dhiw vyrgh, a-ban gemmeras an ARLOEDH truedh anodho; hag i a’n dros yn-mes, ha’y worra mes a’n sita 17 Ha pan wrussens aga dri yn-mes, yn-medhons,b ‘Fi rag dha vewnans. Na wra mires a-dryv dhis, na gortos le vyth y’n plen a-dro; fi dhe’n menydh ma na vi diswrys.’ 18 Hag yn-medh Lot dhedha, ‘A, nansi, ow Arloedh! 19 Awotta lemmyn, dha servont re gavas gras y’th wolok ha ty re gressyas dha dregeredh re wruss’ta genev ow sawya ow bewnans; ha ny allav fia dhe’n menydh, rag own a’n droktra dhe’m kemmeres ha my dhe
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23 ‘Byttegyns y koedh dhis gortos hwath seyth dydh moy. Na hepkorr boes ynna, 24 mes ke yn park a vleujyow le na veu chi drehevys ynno, ha deber unnsel bleujyow an park; na wra tastya kig nag eva gwin, mes bleujyow heb ken, 25 ha gwra pysadow heb hedhi dhe’n Ughella. Ena my a dheu ha kewsel genes.’
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Frodo a esedhas pols ha prederi. My re galeshas ow brys,’ ev a leveris wostiwedh. ‘My a vynn dalleth a-vorrow, kettel vo bora. Mes ny vynnav vy mos dre fordh: y fia salowwa gortos omma es gul yndella. Mar kwrav vy mos dre’n Yet Kledh, ow dibarth a vydh godhvedhys distowgh, yn le bos kevrin dre nebes dydhyow dhe’n leha, dell vo an kas. Hag, yn poesekka, an Pons ha’n Fordh Est nes dhe’n emlow a vydh yn-dann goel yn sur, mar teffo neb Marghek a-berth yn Bukland po na. Ny wodhyn ni aga niver; mes yma dew dhe’n leha, ha martesen moy. An gwella fordh yw onan a wra tu anwaytys yn tien.’
Frodo sat for a while in thought. ‘I have made up my mind,’ he said finally. ‘I am starting tomorrow, as soon as it is light. But I am not going by road: it would be safer to wait here than that. If I go through the North-gate my departure from Buckland will be known at once, instead of being secret for several days at least, as it might be. And what is more, the Bridge and the East Road near the borders will certainly be watched, whether any Rider gets into Buckland or not. We don’t know how many there are; but there are at least two, and possibly more. The only thing to do is to go off in a quite unexpected direction.’

‘Fethys arta!’ ev a leveris dh’y wreg. ‘Ha wosa gortos tri ugens blydhen. Loyow? Fi!’ Ev a stankyas dhe-ves. Mes ny veu removys Lobelia mar es hag Otho. Nebes diwettha, Frodo a dheuth yn-mes a’n studhva rag gweles fatell vo hwarvosow hag ev a’s kavas a-dro dhe’n le hwath, ow hwithra yn kornellow hag ow ponkya orth an leur. Ev a’s gorras yn-mes an chi, wosa removya diworti nebes taklenn vyghan (mes re dalvosek) a wrug koedha a-ji dh’y glawlenn. Yth esa golok dh’y fas haval orth hi dhe dybi a-dro dhe lavar pur drenk; mes war gradh daras a-rag, ny wrug hi leverel marnas:
‘Foiled again!’ he said to his wife. ‘And after waiting sixty years. Spoons? Fiddlesticks!’ He snapped his fingers under Frodo’s nose and slumped off. But Lobelia was not so easily got rid of. A little later Frodo came out of the study to see how things were going on and found her still about the place, investigating nooks and comers and tapping the floors. He escorted her firmly off the premises, after he had relieved her of several small (but rather valuable) articles that had somehow fallen inside her umbrella. Her face looked as if she was in the throes of thinking out a really crushing parting remark; but all she found to say, turning round on the step, was: