My uncle is speaking at a friend's wake tomorrow and would like to say a phrase in Polish. Can you help me translate it? [more inside]
Can anyone translate this baby game rhyme? It's possibly German or Polish. [more inside]
I just bought a postcard written in what looks like Armenian sent from what is now Lviv to what is now Chernivtsi (in what is now Ukraine), sometime between 1905 and (I'm guessing from the stamp) the end of the First World War/Austrian rule of Galicia. What does it say? [more inside]
I need help translating this Polish song! The internet has failed me so far. [more inside]
Polish translation for "I have nothing"? [more inside]
So I shipped a couple of cars to Poland and they didn't make it in one piece. Now it's time to work with the insurance company. I need a few words translated into Polish for a Vehicle Rating Chart: "Vehicle Description", "Annual Miles", "Number of Years Principal Driver Licensed", "Vehicle Usage" (What the vehicle is used for), "Zip Code", "Discounts Applied", "Number of Years Secondary Driver Licensed". Can anyone fluent in Polish translate these for me? Dziekuje!
Anybody read Polish? Or know about Stan Nonin? [more inside]
Question for people familiar with the Polish language and/or political scene: What are the "Patriotyczny Ruch Polski" newsletters I recently found in my heavily Polish neighborhood (Greenpoint, Brooklyn) all about? Here's a scan of a front page. [more inside]
What does the Polish word "Haftarz" mean? I see it listed as the occupation of one of my ancestors in the 1854 Warsaw Police census, but I can't find a translation.
I'm sure I'm mangling the pronunciation, and I'm sure I misheard a few syllables, but last night while waiting for a bus in Brooklyn, a man came up to me and more than once said something that sounded like "Sheh-deh-mah-shen-see." Does it mean anything?
Some clues: He was polish, also spoke -- in english -- about having just gotten out of a hospital, about how he was crazy, about how his wife was in poland, not america, about how he hadn't eaten, about how he was crazy, about "oh my god" (x3). I gave him some food and a cigarette: he walked a few paces away, looked up at the windows of a second-floor gym, laughed, and did a little dance that mimicked the man on the treadmill. Oh, and he kept apologizing: "I'm so sorry. I so crazy. Oh my God." (x3). Any ideas? I hope to see him again, and I hope to be able to reply appropriately.