A Mis-Translation
>> Thursday, November 19, 2009
Some mis-translations (Is that the right term to use? We will have to see if it sticks) are revealing, especially if they tend to recur.
A common one is the shop house sign. They will very often say in English: 'Selling Gemstones' or 'Selling Cakes'.
'Selling' as it is used here is clearly not a gerund, its use rather aims to translate the business description into the present continuous tense. When I read the English, I have this feeling that the owner is trying to communicate the existence of an on-going activity, rooted in the past, continuing even as we look, and which will optimistically continue in the future. Kind of nice. But that may just be me because the accompanying Khmer is usually the simple verb and direct object: something you would find no good reason to translate as other than: 'Sell Gemstones.' (In Khmer it is not a given that an unstated but understood 'we' is included.) In the Khmer no direct evidence that continuity of the business is being communicated.
An adverbal phrase is available in the Khmer language to indicate continuous action (there is no conjugation of verb forms! Hurray!) but since it is not used on signs, it appears that the Khmer preference is simply to indicate, for a store, something like: 'Sell Chicken Feet'.
But with that over-long introduction, here is the recent find, the one I could not resist posting. At a Chenla-era temple (circa 700 A.D.) on whose inside door frame is painted the Khmer admonishment to take off one's shoes before entering, we find an English translation (or mis-translation) painted.
They had to physically shut my mouth. :) I can't even begin to speculate about that word choice: shoes, sandles, saucers: the synonym progression does not work, even if you take 'saucer's as inventively metaphorical or poetic (same thing?).
I visited this temple during a recent trip to Kampong Cham Province (where I got my motorcycle repaired :). I had seen the sign to the temple many times from National Route 7, north of Kampong Cham town and across the Mekong bridge on my many trips to Ratanakiri, but had never stopped in. I was glad that this time I did, though the road was deeply rutted after the long rainy season, which meant that the dusty and bumpy 15 kilometers took about 45 minutes on my newly repaired motocycle. But I left with that unsolved puzzle: 'saucers' for 'foot-gear'. I do love Cambodia.
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