ANYWAY, A COUPLE OF POEMS

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Poems Found in Translation: “Aaron Zeitlin: To Be A Jew (From Yiddish)” plus 1 more

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Aaron Zeitlin: To Be A Jew (From Yiddish)  Posted: 06 Nov 2016 02:00 AM PST To Be A Jew By Aaron Zeitlin Translated by A.Z. Foreman Click to hear me read the original Yiddish To be a Jew means running to God always Although you may be His defier. Means expecting to hear anywhere, any day (Although you may be His denier) The shofar of the Messiah.   To be a Jew means no escape from His snares Although you may want to, God knows.  Means not to be able to stop saying prayers Although you have said all those, Although there are all the "althoughs."  The Original: Click here to see a transcription זײַן אַ ייִד אהרן צײַטלין זײַן אַ ייִד הייסט אייביק לויפֿן צו גאָט, אפֿילו אַז מ׳איז אַן אַנטלויפֿער; דערוואַרטן צו הערן אַ ליאַדע טאָג (אַפילו אַז מ׳איז אַ כּופֿר) ס׳קול פֿון משיח׳ס שופֿר. זײַן אַ ייִד הייסט נישט קענען אַרויס פֿון גאָט אַפֿילו אַז מע וויל עס, נישט קענען אויפֿהערן תּפֿילה צו טאָן אַפֿילו נאָך אַלע תּפֿילותֿ אַפֿילו נאָך אַלע אַפֿילו׳ס.

Sergio Franzese: Our Language (From Sinte Romani) Posted: 05 Nov 2016 09:06 PM PDT Today, by the by, is International Romani Language day. Our Language By Sergio Franzese Translated by A.Z. Foreman I love you Language of ours. You are as rich, as poor As we are. When we are grieved you give us the words to cry out, when we are content you give us the words to be.  When we have to hide You, our language, help us out. In us you roamed Every road of the world beneath the sky You were the fire of our songs But now In these black and squalid lands That gadje reserve the right to, Day by day and bit by bit you die As we do. If we lose you We shall be lost too.  Listen, children, Listen, youth, We old Sinti leave you  This dear sweet beautiful tongue. We leave it to you Not to leave it behind. We teach it to our young, Keep it safe with us always As all the wealth, the only heirloom That is ours. The Original: ÄŒib Marí Sergio Franzese Kamáva tu čib marí. Tu sal bravalí ta čororí Sar jamén. Kánte sam bibaxtalé ménge tu déssa le láu par te rovás, kánte sam kontán ménge tu déssa le láu par te sás kánte si-amén bróxa te garavás amen tu, čib marí, déssa ménge ne vast. But pirdál ménča pren sa le dromá do bolibén, sálas i jagda maré giljá, ma kaná ndrén kalá džungalé pláse kaj čidéna men le gadžé tu meréssa ne písla óni divés, sar jamén. Se naÅ¡avássa tu nínge jamén sam naÅ¡adé. Å unén čavé, Å¡un tarnipén, maré puré Sínti mukjén-le ménge kajá Å¡ukár, gulí čib. Na bistarás la, sikavás la kaj maré čavé, indžás la sémpar ménča sar o kokořó braválimo ke si-amén.