English Help on Shadow of the Hare video

[bilalarabaci]

Hello everyone from Turkey/Istanbul,

 

I'm an amateur filmmaker who makes hunting videos on a wildlife perspective. I've been watching this video over and over again for the past 2 days to get the correct English subtitles. I'd like to translate English subtitles to Turkish but first I have to get the 100% correct English subtitles. As you guys would guess I'm a non-native speaker of English, so I need your help on this one.

I've been working on this video for two days and finally I could write this much subtitles as you can see below.

Correcting me on this subtitles would take your 30 minutes at most.

Thanks in advance.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhdS-BBizaY

 

 

Easter Bunnies had chocolate eggs are rutted a strange and mysteries past. Wildlife on One ?! myth and magic of the hare from scenes of her coursing originating of barbaric times to its worship as a deity.

 

Wildlife on One

Easter Special

Narrated By David Attenborough

With Songs Performed By Maddy Prior

 

To the mediae?! evil mind, evil stalk ?! in many g?!s. A hare was not always what it seems. Sometimes it was the shape taking by witches to a?! pursued. But the r?! of that belief go back even further into history. And there still with us today every time we celebrate Easter.

 

The ?! the ?! the ?!

 

And its original g?! the hare was not a witch but the symbol of an ancient Saxon goddess.

 

I shall goe until a hare
Wi sorrow and such mickle care
I sall goe in the devil's name
And while I come home again

Shadow of the Hare

The hare has always been a creature of myth and mystery. And today it still ?! founds scientists and naturalists. It’s an animal whose natural history and mythology are intertwined. To understand the one you have to understand the other. It is said that a field with two hares in it during the day will have ten times that number at night. They appear as if from nowhere, and disappear with the rising sun. They prefer the cover of darkness. Winter’s long nights hide most of their activities. At dawn they settle down. Unlike rabbits they make no ?!. They either rest on the surface or d?! a ?! ?! that only protection on w?! fields. They sink so low that they can hide in shortest crops. By day an open field might conceal dozens of hares and exposed they ?! ?! winter.

 

Winter wakeneth al my care
Nou this leues waxeth bare;
Ofte y sike ant mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie hou hit geth al to noht

 

As winter reseats?! night shortened isn’t enough darkness to conceal all their activities. They raise f?! in the late afternoon. For many, the hare is that the very heart of British countryside. A symbol of a wildest that no longer exists. Yet, at the same time an animal it is a tuned to the farmer’s landscape. A familiar creature but one that becoming a rarer or is it. The friendliest one, the cat of the wood, the stare of wood wide eyes, the cat that looks b?!, the ?! one, the furs cat. The hare has been given endless names. And the different times it lives up the most of them.

 

As winter gives way to spring it lives up to its best known label. It’s the season of the mad march hare. These antics are in fact part of the hares breeding behavior. They used to be a widespread belief that hares could change sexist and it’s not until recently that scientists have been able to work out the role of bucks and does in this m??!! of boxing and chasing. The doe has left a scent on the ground a chemical message that tells the bucks how close to being in season she is. Early in her cycle, it’s the younger less experienced bucks that will consult with her. And although she’s not ready to conceive she lets these young bucks mount her. It encourages their undivided attention an extra pair of watchful eyes means she can spend more time feeding. Even when bedded down for the day the young bucks will stay close to the doe. But these inexperienced males are unlikely to get the chance to father offspring, her leverets. As she comes to the season she broadcasts the fact with chemicals lofted by her tale and more experienced bucks begin to take an interest. There are so few days in the season when the doe can conceive that she’s now a valuable commodity. Males some all over the area respond to her alluring scent. An attentive caught gangs?! around her, though there’s little fighting between her suitors. The bucks live in a social hierarchy in which each knows his place. The dominant bucks don’t have to be enticed to stay with her. So most of these boxing matches are her attempts to ward off that overzealous advances until she’s ready to conceive. Until recently, even scientists had assumed that the competence were both males. Despite the battering an experienced buck knows that persistence pays. This frantic activity is very obvious in March but this isn’t the only time it happens. Courtship started in December but up until now it’s been at night. It will continue until August but then the grass and crops will have grown taller so it’s all hidden from our gaze?!.

 

But the myth of the mad March hare still persists. After dark hares appear in the fields as if from nowhere, so they’ve become symbols of the night. Wherever in the world has occurred they have been linked with the moon. Buddhists don’t see a man in the moon they see the shadow of the hare. And as the moon waxes and wanes it seems to appear and disappear like the hares in the fields. Cycles have changed that came to symbolize the Great Cycle of death and rebirth.

 

I am ruled by the moon
I move under her mantle
I am the symbol of her moods
Of rebirths cycle

 

I am companion to the Gods
I can conceive while I am pregnant
I call the dawn and spring in
I am the advent

 

The moon is reborn once a month, the earth once a year. Spring was the time of Eastre the Anglo-Saxon goddess of fertility and rebirth. And her sacred beast was the hare. The hare carried the new light that warmed the crops and brought to the fields Eastre’s ultimate symbol of fertility, the egg.

 

I bring life from water
In a cup that must be broken
I whisper to the bursting egg
I'm Aestre's token

 

The eggs in the fields won’t of course laid by hares but by lapwings, though the Lapwing shallow nest don’t look very much like a hare’s form. But the egg still represents fertility producing life from an apparently lifeless fluid a symbol of spring and the reawakening year. This chick will be shepherded protected and guarded by its parents.

 

But the leveret’s its only protection is stillness. At dusk it must move to find its mother and feed without ?! sharp eyes overhead.

 

?!… less vulnerable but they’re hunted for the pot by lampoon’s court in the spotlight a powerful lamp the hare is pursued by a lurcher a dog trained to run the light beam at its quarry. Throughout history hares are rarely escaped the ancient hunting partnership of man and dog.

 

Scent of dog, scent of man
Closer closer, smell them coming
Hot breath, hot death
Closer closer, hard the running

Tongues pant, hearts thump
Closer closer, through the fields
Teeth snap, bones crack
Closer closer, at my heels

Nearer, yet and nearer
I can hear the hunter's knife
He is running for my dinner
I am running for my life

 

Recently it’s become clear that the hare population is falling. There may be fewer than a million left in Britain. But the reasons for this decline are as mysterious as the hare itself. Hares prefer to feed on tender green shoots so they should do better in areas with small fields as varied crops where there’s always one copper just the right stage. Yet some of the highest populations live on the vast monocultures of East Anglia. There are also high populations of hares on land manage for game. Keepers kill foxes which can ambush unwary hares. And keepers also plant cover of their births, shelter that hares used to their advantage. In open landscapes hares spend as much of the day as they can motionless in their f?!. Undercover they’re much more relaxed about life.

 

In fact shelter seems to be surprisingly important for a creature so well adapted to life in the open. Wherever there are woodlands and ?! hares will use them during the hours of daylight. But there are some hares that will spend the entire lives in woodland. Even conifer plantations perhaps all that can be said with confidence about the hare is that it is a surprisingly adoptable animal which makes its disappearance in many areas or ?! mysterious.

 

With the arrival of summer hares leave the arable land to seek out fresh p?!. Now that the crops are ripening their main source of green food is grazing land. The hares never like sharing fields with domestic animals. From the little ?! understand the hare ecology it seems they ought to ?! better in areas where traditional farming is still practiced. Yet one of lowest populations is now in Devon ?! where farming is probably changed the least.

 

But all over Britain farming is now dependent on chemicals. The fields grow only what the farmer wants. Hares were undoubtedly more abundant in the past. Before fertilizers and pesticides a riot of weeds fed the hares even while the crop itself was ripening. Such fields provided both food and shelter. They were ideal places to raise leverets. Hares are all ages would have been a familiar sight to the harvest is as they work their way through the fields. Eastre’s beasts bring her fertility in the spring came to symbolize the crop spirit, cutting the last stand of corn was sometimes called “cutting the hare". Both the hare’s and corn’s spirit freeing before the side but trapped in the last standing wheat. And straw for this last ?! was used to weave a corn dolly?! a cage to hold the crops spirit safely for the winter. Be berried in the field in the spring renewing its fertility. In today’s harvest there is no place for the hare or the corn spirit.

 

Man sprays no weeds
The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds
Leverets trapped in a harvest blade
'Tis the time of man, the hare said

 

Here's the tractor, here's the plough
And where shall we go now
We'll lie in forms as still as the dead
In the open fields, the hare said

 

No cover but the camouflage
From the winter's wild and bitter rage
All our defence is in our legs
We run like the wind, the hare said

 

Once the combines have gone the hares returned. Before winter sets in again, the still time for a flasher green weeds in the stubble fields and once more the night so growing long enough to hide the hares.

 

The brown hare is embedded in our folklore. Part of the fabric of the British landscape yet it isn’t even a native here. It’s an ancient introduction. It probably arrived on the shores with the lesions of Rome. And if the Romans brought it they did so for one reason, coursing. Today this looks barbaric and indeed coursing is an ancient pursuit. It dates back more than 30 centuries. The image of the Hare & Hounds has acquired symbolic significance and traditions worldwide like all symbols of death and rebirth the hare had itself to die before it could be reborn. And in mythology the agent of sacrifice was often the Greyhound. Today the coursing is still practiced. Beaters attempt to drive hares one at a time onto the coursing field. The slipper has to judge whether the hare is fit enough to be coursed. Give it a head start then slip to dogs. Although the hare is running for its life the intention is not to catch it but judge the dogs on how well they turn the hare around the field. The Greyhounds or gazehounds have been bred to follow their quarry by sight not scent. In the spring the dogs are faster but the hare is more agile and can see directly backwards and if it can evade the dog’s jaws its superior stamina will soon give it the edge in speed. And in fact five out of every six hares escape. Coursing embodies the great paradox in hunting for pleasure. Supporters have coursing are also amongst the greatest supports of hares, even though their activity inevitably kill some. And if coursing was made illegal farmers might well choose to shoot hares as pests. And far more would die. But many would say that now the hares shouldn’t have to pay like this for sharing our farmland. There was a time in Britain when a hare would never have been pursued for pleasure. To ancient Britain’s hunting the sacred hare was a taboo. So the hare has fallen from grace. Why?

 

The answer lay in a wave of ideas which engulfed Britain. It said that after the crucifixion Joseph of Arimathea came here to Glastonbury. He planted his staff in the ground when it grew into a thrown?! The holly thrown which still flowers each Christmas symbolizing the flowering of Christianity across these islands. Pops of Britain’s pagan beliefs were thinly disguised and absorbed into the new religion. The Eastre’s festival love the rebirth of the year became a festival celebrating the rebirth of Christ. And Easter still carries her name. The Eastre’s eggs as symbols of fertility also survived. Their now they made of chocolate. But the hare was too vivid a pagan symbol to become part of a Christian festival. Instead it was disguised as a rabbit dressed up to look ridiculous, it became the Easter Bunny. And the faith of those who kept the old religion was to be burned at the stake as witches. The belief that witches to transform into hares stems from a dimly remembered Association with the goddess. It’s a symbolism that reaches forward to the present. Unnoticed the hare still runs through our lives.

 

I've been cursed, I've been despised
As a witch with darkest powers
I shall goe until a hare
I've been hunted trapped and punished
In these my darkest hours
Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I've been thrown into the fire
But I do not fear it
I shall goe until a hare
It purifies and resurrects
And I can bear it
Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I sall goe until a hare
Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I've outrun dogs and foxes
And I've dodged the tractor wheels
I shall goe until a hare
I've survived your persecution
And your ever-changing fields
Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I will run and run forever
Where the wild fields are mine
I shall goe until a hare
I'm a symbol of endurance
Running through the mists of time
Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

[TIGHTCHOKE]

Bilal

 

I have a nightshift on Thursday, I will have a look and listen and go through your manuscript above!

[Richie10]

Coursing embodies the great paradox in hunting for pleasure. Supporters have coursing are also amongst the greatest supports of hares, even though their activity inevitably kill some. And if coursing was made illegal farmers might well choose to shoot hares as pests. And far more would die.

 

Very true.

[rimfire4969]

I would love to help but your English is better than mine.

[lurchers]

I remember watching that years ago.

[TIGHTCHOKE]

Good morning Bilal

 

I have been through the video three times and while write up my version tonight.

 

Quite a few changes to incorporate.

 

Cheers

 

Dave

[bilalarabaci]

Thank you for your concern Dave.

I'm waiting impatiently for your reply.

[TIGHTCHOKE]

Easter Bunnies AND chocolate eggs are ROOTED IN a strange and mysteries past. Wildlife on One ?! myth and magic of the hare from scenes of her coursing originating of barbaric times to its worship as a deity.

 

Wildlife on One

Easter Special

Narrated By David Attenborough

With Songs Performed By Maddy Prior

 

To the MEDIEVAL mind, evil STALKED THE EARTH IN MANY GUISES. A hare was not always what it seems. Sometimes it was the shape TAKEN by witches to AVOID PURSUIT. But the ROOTS of that belief go back even further into history. And THEY'RE still with us today every time we celebrate Easter.

 

The ?! the ?! the ?! VARIOUS ANIMALS (CHANT)

 

And its original GUISE the hare was not a witch but the symbol of an ancient Saxon goddess.

 

I shall goe until a hare

Wi sorrow and such mickle care

I sall goe in the devil's name

And while I come home again

Shadow of the Hare

The hare has always been a creature of myth and mystery. And today it still CONFOUNDS scientists and naturalists. It’s an animal whose natural history and mythology are intertwined. To understand the one you have to understand the other. It is said that a field with two hares in it during the day will have ten times that number at night. They appear as if from nowhere, and disappear with the rising sun. They prefer the cover of darkness. Winter’s long nights hide most of their activities. At dawn they settle down. Unlike rabbits they make no BURROW They either rest on the surface or DIG A SHALLOW SCRAPE OR FORM THEIR only protection on WINDSWEPT fields. They sink so low that they can hide in shortest crops. By day an open field might conceal dozens of hares and exposed, they ENDURE THE LAST OF winter.

 

Winter wakeneth al my care

Nou this LEAVES waxeth bare;

Ofte y sike ant mourne sare

When it cometh in my thoht

Of this worlds joie hou hit geth al to noht

 

As winter RETREATS AND THE NIGHTS shorten THERE isn’t enough darkness to conceal all their activities. They RISE FROM THEIR FORMS in the late afternoon. For many, the hare is that the very heart of British countryside. A symbol of a WILDNESS that no longer exists. Yet, at the same time an animal it is a ATTUNED to the farmer’s landscape. A familiar creature but one that becoming rarer or is it. The FRIENDLESS one, the cat of the wood, the STARER of wood wide eyes, the cat that LURKS IN THE BROON, the FURRLINED one, the furs cat. The hare has been given endless names. And AT different times it lives up the most of them.

 

As winter gives way to spring it lives up to its best known label. It’s the season of the mad march hare. These antics are in fact part of the hares breeding behavior. They used to be a widespread belief that hares could change SEX and it’s not until recently that scientists have been able to work out the role of bucks and does in this MELLEE of boxing and chasing. The doe has left a scent on the ground a chemical message that tells the bucks how close to being in season she is. Early in her cycle, it’s the younger less experienced bucks that will CONSORT with her. And although she’s not ready to conceive she lets these young bucks mount her. It encourages their undivided attention an extra pair of watchful eyes means she can spend more time feeding. Even when bedded down for the day the young bucks will stay close to the doe. But these inexperienced males are unlikely to get the chance to father offspring, her leverets. As she comes to the season she broadcasts the fact with chemicals WAFTED by her tale and more experienced bucks begin to take an interest. There are so few days in the season when the doe can conceive that she’s now a valuable commodity. Males FROM all over the area respond to her alluring scent. An attentive COURT GATHERS around her, though there’s little fighting between her suitors. The bucks live in a social hierarchy in which each knows his place. The dominant bucks don’t have to be enticed to stay with her. So most of these boxing matches are her attempts to ward off that overzealous advances until she’s ready to conceive. Until recently, even scientists had assumed that the COMBATANTS were both males. Despite the battering an experienced buck knows that persistence pays. This frantic activity is very obvious in March but this isn’t the only time it happens. Courtship started in December but up until now it’s been at night. It will continue until August but then the grass and crops will have grown taller so it’s all hidden from our gaze?!.

 

But the myth of the mad March hare still persists. After dark hares appear in the fields as if from nowhere, so they’ve become symbols of the night. Wherever in the world HARES OCCUR they have been linked with the moon. Buddhists don’t see a man in the moon they see the shadow of the hare. And as the moon waxes and wanes it seems to appear and disappear like the hares in the fields. Cycles THAT change that came to symbolize the Great Cycle of death and rebirth.

 

I am ruled by the moon

I move under her mantle

I am the symbol of her moods

Of rebirths cycle

 

I am companion to the Gods

I can conceive while I am pregnant

I call the dawn and spring in

I am the advent

 

The moon is reborn once a month, the earth once a year. Spring was the time of EOSTRE the Anglo-Saxon goddess of fertility and rebirth. And her sacred beast was the hare. The hare carried the new light that warmed the crops and brought to the fields EOSTRE'S ultimate symbol of fertility, the egg.

 

 

More to follow!

[TIGHTCHOKE]

I bring life from water

In a cup that must be broken

I whisper to the bursting egg

I'm EOSTRE'S token

 

The eggs in the fields WEREN'T of course laid by hares but by lapwings, though the Lapwing's shallow nest doesn’t look very much like a hare’s form. But the egg still represents fertility producing life from an apparently lifeless fluid a symbol of spring and the reawakening year. This chick will be sheltered protected and guarded by its parents.

 

But the leveret’s its only protection is stillness. At dusk it must move to find its mother and feed without ATTRACTING sharp eyes overhead.

 

ADULT HARES ARE less vulnerable but they’re hunted for the pot by LAMPERS, CAUGHT in the spotlight OF a powerful lamp, the hare is pursued by a lurcher, a dog trained to run DOWN the light beam at its quarry. Throughout history hares HAVE rarely escaped the ancient hunting partnership of man and dog.

 

Scent of dog, scent of man

Closer closer, smell them coming

Hot breath, hot death

Closer closer, hard the running

 

Tongues pant, hearts thump

Closer closer, through the fields

Teeth snap, bones crack

Closer closer, at my heels

 

Nearer, yet and nearer

I can hear the hunter's knife

He is running for HIS dinner

I am running for my life

 

Recently it’s become clear that the hare population is falling. There may be fewer than a million left in Britain. But the reasons for this decline are as mysterious as the hare itself. Hares prefer to feed on tender green shoots so they should do better in areas with small fields OF varied crops where there’s always one CROP AT just the right stage. Yet some of the highest populations live on the vast monocultures of East Anglia. There are also high populations of hares on land MANAGED for game. Keepers kill foxes which can ambush unwary hares. And keepers also plant cover FOR THEIR BIRDS, shelter that hares use to their advantage. In open landscapes hares spend as much of the day as they can motionless in their FORMS. Undercover they’re much more relaxed about life.

 

In fact shelter seems to be surprisingly important for a creature so well adapted to life in the open. Wherever there are woodlands and COPSES, hares will use them during the hours of daylight. But there are some hares that will spend the entire lives in woodland. Even conifer plantations perhaps all that can be said with confidence about the hare is that it is a surprisingly adoptable animal which makes its disappearance in many areas ALL THE MORE mysterious.

 

With the arrival of summer hares leave the arable land to seek out fresh PASTURES. Now that the crops are ripening their main source of green food is grazing land. THOUGH hares never like sharing fields with domestic animals. From the little WE understand of the hare's ecology, it seems they ought to FARE better in areas where traditional farming is still practiced. Yet one of lowest populations is now in Devon where farming HAS probably changed the least.

 

But all over Britain farming is now dependent on chemicals. The fields grow only what the farmer wants. Hares were undoubtedly more abundant in the past. Before fertilizers and pesticides a riot of weeds fed the hares even while the crop itself was ripening. Such fields provided both food and shelter. They were ideal places to raise leverets. Hares OF all ages would have been a familiar sight to the HARVESTERS as they work their way through the fields. EOSTRE'S beasts, BRINGER OF fertility in the spring came to symbolize the crop spirit, cutting the last stand of corn was sometimes called “THE cutting OF the hare". Both the hare’s and corn’s spirit freeing before the SCYTHE but trapped in the last standing wheat. And straw FROM this last STOOK was used to weave a corn dolly. A cage to hold the crops spirit safely for the winter. TO BE BURRIED in the field in the spring, renewing its fertility. In today’s harvest there is no place for the hare or the corn spirit.

 

Man sprays no weeds

The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds

Leverets trapped in a harvest blade

'Tis the time of man, the hare said

 

Here's the tractor, here's the plough

And where shall we go now

We'll lie in forms as still as the dead

In the open fields, the hare said

 

No cover but the camouflage

From the winter's wild and bitter rage

All our defence is in our legs

We run like the wind, the hare said

 

Once the combines have gone, the hares return. Before winter sets in again, THERE'S still time for a flash OF green weeds in the stubble fields and once more the night's ARE growing long enough to hide the hares.

 

The brown hare is embedded in our folklore. Part of the fabric of the British landscape yet it isn’t even a native here. It’s an ancient introduction. It probably arrived on the shores with the LEGIONS of Rome. And if the Romans brought it they did so for one reason, coursing. Today this looks barbaric and indeed coursing is an ancient pursuit. It dates back more than 30 centuries. The image of the Hare & Hounds has acquired symbolic significance and traditions worldwide like all symbols of death and rebirth the hare had itself to die before it could be reborn. And in mythology the agent of sacrifice was often the Greyhound. Today the coursing is still practiced. Beaters attempt to drive hares one at a time onto the coursing field. The slipper has to judge whether the hare is fit enough to be coursed. Give it a head start then slip TWO dogs. Although the hare is running for its life the intention is not to catch it but judge the dogs on how well they turn the hare around the field. The Greyhounds or gazehounds have been bred to follow their quarry by sight not scent. In the spring the dogs are faster but the hare is more agile and can see directly backwards and if it can evade the dog’s jaws its superior stamina will soon give it the edge in speed. And in fact five out of every six hares escape. Coursing embodies the great paradox in hunting for pleasure. Supporters OF coursing are also amongst the greatest SUPPORTERS of hares, even though their ACTIVITIES inevitably kill some. And if coursing was made illegal farmers might well choose to shoot hares as pests. And far more would die. But many would say that now the hares shouldn’t have to pay like this for sharing our farmland. There was a time in Britain when a hare would never have been pursued for pleasure. To ancient Britain’s hunting the sacred hare was taboo. So the hare has fallen from grace. Why?

 

The answer lay in a NEW wave of ideas which engulfed Britain. It IS said that after the crucifixion Joseph of Arimathea came here to Glastonbury. He planted his staff in the ground when it grew into a THORN The HOLY THORN which still flowers each Christmas symbolizing the flowering of Christianity across these islands. PARTS of Britain’s pagan beliefs were thinly disguised and absorbed into the new religion. The EOSTRE'S festival OF the rebirth of the year became a festival celebrating the rebirth of Christ. And Easter still carries her name. The EOSTRE eggs as symbols of fertility also survived. THOUGH now THEY'RE made of chocolate. But the hare was too vivid a pagan symbol to become part of a Christian festival. Instead it was disguised as a rabbit dressed up to look ridiculous, it became the Easter Bunny. And the faith of those who kept the old religion was to be burned at the stake as witches. The belief that witches to transform into hares stems from a dimly remembered Association with the goddess. It’s a symbolism that reaches forward to the present. Unnoticed the hare still runs through our lives.

 

I've been cursed, I've been despised

As a witch with darkest powers

I shall go AND KILL a hare

I've been hunted trapped and punished

In these my darkest hours

Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I've been thrown into the fire

But I do not fear it

I shall go AND KILL a hare

It purifies and resurrects

And I can bear it

Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I shall go AND KILL a hare

Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I've outrun dogs and foxes

And I've dodged the tractor wheels

I shall go AND KILL a hare

I've survived your persecution

And your ever-changing fields

Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

I will run and run forever

Where the wild fields are mine

I shall go AND KILL a hare

I'm a symbol of endurance

Running through the mists of time

Wi' sorrow and such mickle care

 

There you go Bilal, That's my homework finished, hope it helps.

 

Dave

[silver pigeon69]

Good on you Tightchoke for takeing the time to help him out!

[bilalarabaci]

I really appreciate it Dave, It means alot to me.

[top shot]

Well done just saw it done better than me an im fluent in both languages, tamamdir abi baska istek varsa haber et