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Page 155. 'He' (Er): Dated 1918, this dramatic poem presents a dialogue between the poet and Christ, who appears as an unexpected guest. Christ complains bitterly: he wanted want, they gave him provision; he wanted the cellar as home, they built temples; he wanted thorns, they gave diamonds. The poet responds with ironic acceptance: cellar-insects still devour your skin, yet temples were built; the thorny wreath IS your true reward, yet your crown is struck of diamond. Christ then speaks of his honor spread among all peoples, all armies kissing his garment's hem — and the poet replies with weary acquiescence: 'it is well — let it be so.' A profound meditation on Christianity's betrayal of Christ's poverty and suffering.

Yiddish Original

ער

(1918)

קומט ער אַרײַן צו מיר אַ נישטגעריכטער גאַסט,

זעצט זיך אַנידער און זאָגט:

„— מיט אַלעם פֿאַרטיקן האָבן זיי מיך באַזאָרגט, —

איז דען נישט מאַנגל מײַן אמתער טרוים?

טעמפּלען האָבן זיי אויסגעבויט פֿאַר מיר, —

איז נישט דער קעלער מײַן אמתע היים?

מײַן שטערן האָבן זיי מיט דימענטן באַצירט, —

איז נישט דער דאָרן מײַן אמתער לוין?

Transliteration

Er

(1918)

Kumt er arayn tsu mir a nishtgerikhter gast,

zetst zikh anider un zogt:

'— Mit alem fartikn hobn zey mikh bazоrgt, —

iz den nisht mangl mayn emter troym?

Templen hobn zey oysgeboyt far mir, —

iz nisht der keler mayn emte heym?

Mayn shtern hobn zey mit dimentn batsirt, —

iz nisht der dorn mayn emter loyn?'

Entfer ikh un zog:

'— Host nisht gevolt zayn oyf eybik bazоrgt —

un dokh hobn zey dikh mit ales farzorgt —

keler-inzektn tsefresn dayn hoyt, —

un dokh hobn ale dir templen geboyt:

der dorniker krants iz dayn emter loyn —

un dokh iz fun diment geshlogn dayn kroyn.'

Shvaygt er a vayle un zogt:

'— Az tsvishn ale felker hobn zey mayn koved farshpreyt:

az iber ale yamen un ale yabeshes

hobn zey mayn rum tsezеyt:

az di lipn fun ale kheyles dermonen mayn nomen mit freyd,

un ale knien zikh far mir un kushn dem zoym fun mayn kleyd.'

Entfer ikh un zog:

'— Tsvishn ale felker hobn zey dayn koved farshpreyt —

iz gut — zol zayn azoy:

iber ale yamen un ale yabeshes

hobn zey dayn rum tsezeyt —

iz gut — zol zayn azoy:'

English Translation

He

(1918)

He comes to me an unexpected guest,

sits down and says:

'— With everything ready they have provided for me, —

is not want my true dream?

Temples they have built for me, —

is not the cellar my true home?

My brow they have adorned with diamonds, —

is not the thorn my true reward?'

I answer and say:

'— You did not want to be forever provided for —

and yet they have provided you with everything —

cellar-insects devour your skin, —

and yet all have built you temples:

the thorny wreath is your true reward —

and yet of diamond is struck your crown.'

He is silent a while and says:

'— That among all peoples they have spread my honor:

that over all seas and all continents

they have sown my fame:

that the lips of all armies mention my name with joy,

and all kneel before me and kiss the hem of my garment.'

I answer and say:

'— Among all peoples they have spread your honor —

it is well — let it be so:

over all seas and all continents

they have sown your fame —

it is well — let it be so:'

TRANSLATOR’S NOTE

Page 155. 'He' (Er): Dated 1918, this dramatic poem presents a dialogue between the poet and Christ, who appears as an unexpected guest. Christ complains bitterly: he wanted want, they gave him provision; he wanted the cellar as home, they built temples; he wanted thorns, they gave diamonds. The poet responds with ironic acceptance: cellar-insects still devour your skin, yet temples were built; the thorny wreath IS your true reward, yet your crown is struck of diamond. Christ then speaks of his honor spread among all peoples, all armies kissing his garment's hem — and the poet replies with weary acquiescence: 'it is well — let it be so.' A profound meditation on Christianity's betrayal of Christ's poverty and suffering.

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