Sunday, June 20, 2010

Unter Dayne Vayse Shtern




Unter dayne vayse shtern
Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant
Mayne verter zaynen trern
viln ruen in dayn hant

Ze, es tunklt zeyer finkl
In mayn kelerdikn blik
Un ikh hob gornit kayn vinkl
Zey tsu shenken dir tsurik

Un ikh vil dokh, got getrayer
Dir fartroyen mayn farmg
Vayl es mogt in mir a fayer
Un in fayer mayne teg

Nor in kelern un lekher
Veynt di merderishe ru
Loyf ikh hekher, iber dekher
Un ikh zukh, vu bistu, vu?

Nemen yogn mikh meshune
Trep un hoyfn mit gevoy
Heng ikh a geplatste strune
Un ikh zing tsu dir azoy

Unter dayne vayse shtern
Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant
Mayne verter zaynen trern
viln ruen in dayn hant

Ze, es tunklt zeyer finkl
In mayn kelerdikn blik
Un ikh hob gornit kayn vinkl
Zey tsu shenken dir tsurik

Under Your white stars
Stretch to me Your white hand.
My words are tears,
Wanting to rest in Your hand.

See, they twinkle very darkly
In my cellar-beaten view;
And I have no place
How to send them back to You.

And I will, dear God,
Confide in you these of mine
While in me a fire grows
And on fire are my days.

But in cellars and holes
Cries the murderous quiet
I fly higher, over rooftops
And I search: Where are You? Where?

Something strange hunts me
Stairs and courtyards are on chase
I hang as a broken bow-string
And I sing to You this way:

Under Your white stars
Stretch to me Your white hand.
My words are tears,
Wanting to rest in Your hand.

See, they twinkle very darkly
In my cellar-beaten view;
And I have no place
How to send them back to You.

Unter Beymer





Unter beymer vaksn grosn, Ay-lu-lu...
Un di beyze vintn blozn, schlof zhe zunenyu.
Zits mayn kind, nit bay dem fenster,
vayl du kennst dem vint derfiln,
Un ikh vil nit du, mayn shenster,
Zolst, kholile, zikh farkiln.
Himl iz shoyn khmarne shvarts,
Punkt azoy vo do bay mir in harts.

Unter beymer vaksn grosn, Ay-lu-lu...
Un di beyze vintn blozn, schlof zhe zunenyu,
Ay-lu-lu schlof zhe, mayn kind, oy, harts mayns,
Ay-lu-lu blayb mir gezunt.

Beneath the trees grows grass, ay-lu-lu . . .
And the cruel winds blow; sleep, my little one.
Don't sit, my child, by the window
you may feel the wind and
And I don't want you, my pretty one
to catch a cold.
The sky is already a cloudy gray
Just like my heart.

Sleep my child, my own heart
Ay-lu-lu
Stay healthy and well

Yankele





Shlof zhe shoyn, mein yingele, mayn kleyner
Di eygelekh di shvartsinke makh tsu
A yingele vos hot shoyn ale tseyndelekh
Muz nokh di mame zingen ay-lyu-lyu
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A yingele vos hot shoyn ale tseyndelekh
Un vet mit mazl bald in kheyder geyn
Un lernen vet er khumesh mit gemore
Zol veynen ven di mame vigt im eyn?
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A yingele vos lernen vet gemore
Ot shteyt der tate kvelt un hert zikh tsu
A yingele vos vakst a talmid-khokhem
Lozt gantse nekht der mamen nisht tsu ru?
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A yingele vos vakst a talmid-khokhem
Un a geniter soykher oykh tsu glaykh
A yingele a kluger khosn-bokher
Zol lign azoy nas vi in a taykh
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Nu shlof zhe shoyn, mayn kluger khosn-bokher
Dervayl ligstu in vigele bay mir
S’vet kostn nokh fil mi un mames trern
Biz vanen s’vet a mentsh aroys fun dir
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Sleep, sleep, Yankele, my handsome son.
Close your little black eyes.
My little one, now that you have all your teeth -
must your mother still sing you to sleep?
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The little boy who has all his teeth
and who, with luck (God willing), will soon go to kheyder
And learn Torah and Talmud -
must he cry when his mama rocks him to sleep?
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The little boy who will learn Talmud -
and how glad and proud in his heart your father is
a young man that will be a Talmud scholar
must he make his mother stay awake all night?
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A young man who will be a Talmud scholar,
who will be a bridegroom yet.

Sleep while you are still in your cradle by my side.

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Sleep then, my little one, my clever one
Sleep while you are still in your cradle by my side.
It will cost your mother many tears
to make a man of you.
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