געהערט האָב איך אַלע געשרייען.
I have heard all the cries.
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Page 318. 'Tate-Legende' sections II (conclusion) and III. The father from under the earth heard 'ale geshryen' (all the cries), saw 'ale paynen un shtrofn' (all pains and punishments) in the son's 'arunterglozte dervayerte oygn' (lowered distant eyes). He commands: 'Heyb-oyf dayne oygn' (Lift up your eyes) — see the light over the 'shtibl' (cottage) where 'du host gegebn dayn ershtn geshray / in vaysn legendishn Kislev' (you gave your first cry in the white legendary Kislev). From under the earth, light opened, truth revealed itself so he could receive the son 'mit klore, mit gute, mit likhtike verter' (with clear, good, bright words). Section III: 'Frish mayn gezang tsu dir' (Fresh my song to you) — not like before when he walked 'on der zayt... un farbay' (by the side and past). As a 'yingl, tsvelf yor alt' (boy, twelve years old), he carried 'tsereytstn pulver' (excited gunpowder) against the father. Every time he heard 'M'tor nit!' (One mustn't!) — the father's prohibitions.
געהערט האָב איך אַלע געשרייען.
געזען אַלע פּײַנען און שטראָפֿן
אין אויפֿגאַנג פֿון נײַטאָג
אין דײַנע אַרונטערגעלאָזטע דערווײַטערטע אויגן.
הייב־אויף דײַנע אויגן
און זע, ווי פֿיל ליכט איבער דיר,
און איבער דעם שטיבל
וואו דו האָסט געגעבן דײַן ערשטן געשריי
אין ווײַסן לעגענדישן כּסלו.
ליגנדיק אונטער דער ערד
האָט ליכט זיך צעעפֿנט,
האָט וואָר זיך אַנטפּלעקט — איך זאָל קענען
אינעם טאָג, ווען דו וועסט קומען,
(און קומען, געוואוסט האָב איך, מוזטו)
דיך אויפֿנעמען
מיט קלאָרע,
מיט גוטע,
מיט ליכטיקע ווערטער. — —
אַזוי האָט גערעדט מײַן טאַטע
פֿון אונטערן קבֿר.
III
פֿריש מײַן געזאַנג צו דיר,
און — —
ניט ווי אַלעמאָל און ביז אַהער: —
ווען איך בין אָן דער זײַט פֿון דיר געגאַנגען
און פֿאַרבײַ —
פֿאָטער.
נאָך זײַענדיק אַ ייִנגל,
צוועלף יאָר אַלט —
געטראָגן האָב איך שוין אין זיך
צערייצטן פּולווער
קעגן דײַן געשטאַלט,
פֿאָטער.
און יעדעס מאָל,
ווען איך פֿלעג הערן פֿון דײַן מויל:
— מ'טאָר ניט!
Gehert hob ikh ale geshryen.
Gezeen ale paynen un shtrofn
in oyfgang fun naytog
in dayne arunterglozte dervayerte oygn.
Heyb-oyf dayne oygn
un ze, vi fil likht iber dir,
un iber dem shtibl
vu du host gegebn dayn ershtn geshray
in vaysn legendishn Kislev.
Ligndik unter der erd
hot likht zikh tseefnt,
hot vor zikh antplekt — ikh zol kenen
inem tog, ven du vest kumen,
(un kumen, gevust hob ikh, muztu)
dikh oyfnemen
mit klore,
mit gute,
mit likhtike verter. — —
Azoy hot geredt mayn tate
fun untern keyver.
III
Frish mayn gezang tsu dir,
un — —
nit vi alemol un biz aher: —
ven ikh bin on der zayt fun dir gegangen
un farbay —
foter.
Nokh zayendik a yingl,
tsvelf yor alt —
getrogn hob ikh shoyn in zikh
tsereytstn pulver
kegn dayn geshtalt,
foter.
Un yedes mol,
ven ikh fleg hern fun dayn moyl:
— M'tor nit!
I have heard all the cries.
Seen all the pains and punishments
in the rising of the new day
in your lowered distant eyes.
Lift up your eyes
and see how much light is above you,
and above the little cottage
where you gave your first cry
in the white legendary Kislev.
Lying under the earth
light has opened itself,
truth has revealed itself — so I could
on the day when you will come,
(and come, I knew, you must)
receive you
with clear,
with good,
with bright words. — —
So spoke my father
from under the grave.
III
Fresh my song to you,
and — —
not like always and until now: —
when I walked by your side
and past —
father.
Still being a boy,
twelve years old —
I already carried in me
excited gunpowder
against your form,
father.
And every time,
when I would hear from your mouth:
— One mustn't!
Page 318. 'Tate-Legende' sections II (conclusion) and III. The father from under the earth heard 'ale geshryen' (all the cries), saw 'ale paynen un shtrofn' (all pains and punishments) in the son's 'arunterglozte dervayerte oygn' (lowered distant eyes). He commands: 'Heyb-oyf dayne oygn' (Lift up your eyes) — see the light over the 'shtibl' (cottage) where 'du host gegebn dayn ershtn geshray / in vaysn legendishn Kislev' (you gave your first cry in the white legendary Kislev). From under the earth, light opened, truth revealed itself so he could receive the son 'mit klore, mit gute, mit likhtike verter' (with clear, good, bright words). Section III: 'Frish mayn gezang tsu dir' (Fresh my song to you) — not like before when he walked 'on der zayt... un farbay' (by the side and past). As a 'yingl, tsvelf yor alt' (boy, twelve years old), he carried 'tsereytstn pulver' (excited gunpowder) against the father. Every time he heard 'M'tor nit!' (One mustn't!) — the father's prohibitions.
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