Founder(s) | Lori Thicke Ros Smith-Thomas |
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Type | Non-profit |
Founded | 1993 |
Location | Danbury, USA |
Origins | Paris, France |
Key people | Lori Thicke (president) |
Area served | Worldwide |
Focus | Humanitarian |
Method | Translations |
Website | translatorswithoutborders.org |
Translators Without Borders, is the largest non-profit association,[1] providing pro bono translation services to support humanitarian work world-wide. It was established in 2010 as a sister organization of Traducteurs sans frontières, founded in 1993 by Lexcelera Translations (formerly Eurotexte). As of 2011 it had about 1000 vetted volunteer translators.[2]
The institution assists on a pro-bono basis such organizations as Doctors Without Borders, Medecins du Monde, UNICEF, Oxfam, Handicap International and many others. Translators Without Borders has translated reports, interviews, and briefings from conflict-torn areas around the world, such as Burundi, Sudan, and Afghanistan. The organization translates millions of words per year.[3] Since 2011, Translators Without Borders donated over 3 million words to charities, which is equivalent to $600,000 released for NGOs.
Translators Without Borders is based in Massachusetts and its President is Lori Thicke. It is a 501(c)3 non-profit corporation in the U.S. This means that all donations are tax deductible for American donors.
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In 2011 it began a collaborative effort to translate key medical articles on English Wikipedia into other languages.[4]
There's war in the heavens
Rebellion on high
the son of the morning
Descends from a black sky
Severed and broken
His wings burned to dust
His coverings of diamonds and gold
In a moment in time dissolve to rust
Thunder and lightning
Shatter the night
The dragon of darkness
Appears cursed by the keeper of the light
The dark is chosen
The scroll has been sealed
Hidden in verses of prophets
His face is revealed
Songs of glory
Shout across the land
I can take you there
Child of mine, take my hand
Down through the ages
The story's been told
The daughter of wisdom
Beguiled by the serpent of old
Born into sin in a valley of thorns
Torn from enchantment and
Tossed into the eye of the storm
Heaven's garden
Made by God for man
This is paradise
Child of mine, take my hand
Glory to glory
Sin after sin
The rider of death
Pushes on to the place where
The battle must begin
Songs of glory
Shout across the land
This is paradise
Won't you take my hand
Heaven's garden
Made by God for man
This is paradise
Child of mine, take my hand
Oh, take my hand