Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

ר' שמואל הנגיד אָמְרָה: שְׂמַח R´ Samuel HaNagid, "Be happy


אָמְרָה שְׂמַח בַּעֲבוּר הִגִּיעֲךָ אֵל אֱלֵי שָׁנִים חֲמִשִּׁים בְּעוֹלָמָךְ
וְלֹא יָדְעָה כִּי אֵין חֲלֻקָּה בְּעֵינַי בֵּין יְמוֹתַי אֲשֶׁר עָבְרוּ וּבֵינוֹת יְמֵי נֹחַ אֲשֶׁר אֶשְׁמְעָה
אֵין לִי בְעוֹלָם לְבַד שָׁעָה אֲנִי בָהּ וְהִיא תַּעֲמֹד כְּרֶגַע וְאַחַר כֵּן כְּעָב נָסְעָה


قالت اسعد لأن وصّلك الله الى خمسين سنة في عالمك
ولا تدري ان ليس اختلاف في اعيني بين أيامي الّتي مرّت وبين أيام نوح الّتي سمعتها
ليس لي شئ في العالم الا ساعة انا فيها وهى تستمر لحظة وبعدما كغيمة مضى
 
أبو إسحاق إسماعيل بن النغريلة

She said, "Be happy, for God has brought you to a full fifty years in the world".
But she didn´t discern: there´s no difference between my past and Noah´s, of which I´ve heard.
I´ve nothing in the world except the present, it lasts but a moment, then like a cloud, it passes.


English and Arabic translations by Mark F Westergreen 


Comments:
The following quote is from the Jewish Encyclodedia: "Samuel's poetic compositions are distinguished for their elevation of thought; but they are devoid of elegance of form. It became proverbial to say, "Cold as the snow of Hermon, or as the songs of the Levite Samuel" (Dukes, "Naḥal Ḳedumim," p. 5)."

I do not agree with that verdict at all. I would´nt say this short piece is the greatest thing I´ve ever read, nevertheless, it´s following the rules of Arabic poetry within the Hebrew language, v. From Arabic to Hebrew , and its theme lies squarely in the tradition of Qohelet.

An understanding of the word سنة / שנה , and the disparity between the poet´s age and Noah´s purported lifespan reveals the ironic twist of this short poem. I also encourage readers to consult all entries in BDB under the following roots שנה - ישן as well. Perhaps both go back to an original bi-lateral root שן that carried the sense change, sleep, another year, old.

Here is a short commentary on Google Books by:  Shulamit Elizur, שולמית אליצור

I provide the following translation of her comments for those who do not read Hebrew:
    
     Opening with a quote by someone creates an expectation of a reply, and breaking the expected pattern by the lack of a response may signify something important. This can be demonstrated using one of the poems of Samuel HaNagid from his collection "Son of Qohelet". The poem opens with "She said" followed by a quote from an anonymous interlocutor directed to the poet. The words of the reaction in response to her ought to be written in direct speech. But the poet chose not to do so: He has no answer at all for the interlocutor, instead he reports his reflections upon hearing her words, thus eliminating and mocking them. Breaking the debate format occurs apparently in order to teach that what was heard at the beginning of the poem does not deserve a response. The interlocutor "doesn´t know" what the poet knows, so there is no way she´ll understand the reflective reply.

Links for line #1
BDB: v. Hiph`il under נגע
Conjugation chart





Thursday, April 11, 2013

بشار بن برد يا صاح قم Bashar ibn Burd, Comrade, get up




يا صاح قمْ فاسقني بالكأس إعرابا ولا تُطعْ عاقباً فينا وعقَّابا
إنّ الهوى حسنٌ حتَّى تدنِّسهُ فاطْلُبْ هَوَاكَ سَتيراً وارْعَ أحْبابا
واحفظ لسانك في الواشين إنَّ لهمْ عيْناً ترُودُ وتنْفيراً وإِلْهابا
لا تغش سرَّ فتاة ٍ كُنْتَ تألفُها إنَّ الكريم لها راعٍ وإن تابا
واسعدْ بما قال في الحلم ابنُ "ذي يزنٍ" يلهو الكرامُ ولا ينسون أحسابا
جَدُّ امْرىء ٍ جَارَهُ من كلِّ فاضحة ٍ فانهض بجدٍّ تنلْ جاهاً وإكسابا
قدْ شفَّني حزنٌ ضاق الفواد ُبه وسرَّني زائرٌ في النَّوم منتابا
باتت عروساً وبتنا معرسينَ بها حتَّى رأينا بياضَ الصُّبح منجابا
وقائلٍ :نامَ عنْ "أسماءَ" شاكية ً لا نَوَّمتْ عيْنه إِنْ كان كذَّابَا
ما زلْتُ في الْغَمِّ من وِرْدٍ يُقلِّبُها كأنَّني فيه لا ألقى له بابَا
بلْ كيْف أُسقى علَى الرَّيْحان مُتَّكئاً وقدْ تعلَّقتُ من "أسماءَ" أسبابا
عاد الهوى بلقاء الغرِّ منْ "جشمٍ" يمشين تحت الغمام الغرِّ أترابا
علِّقتُ منهنَّ شمسَ الدَّجن أو قمراً غدا لنا لابساً درعاً وجلبابا
لا أشْتهي بهواهُ جِنَّة ً أُنُفاً ولوْ تَدَلَّتْ لنا تِيناً وأعْنَابَا
للَّه دَرُّ فتاة ٍ منْ بني «جُشم» ما أحْسنَ الْعيْنَ والْخدَّيْن والنَّابَا
تريكَ في القول جشَّاباً وإنْ ضحكتْ أرتك من ثغرها المثلوج جشّابا
بدا لنا منظرٌ منها اعتبرتُ به وشاهدُ المسك يلقى الأنف ما غابا
قدْ زُيِّنتْ بالْمُحيَّا صُورة ً عجباً وزانها كفلٌ رابٍ وما عابا
إذا رآها نساءُ الحيِّ قلن لها: سُبْحان منْ صاغها! يُغْرقْن إِطْنابا
كأنَّما خُلقتْ منْ جِلْد لُؤْلُوة ٍ نفساً من العطرِ إنْ حرَّكتها ثابا
يطيبُ مسوكها منْ طيب ريقتها وإنْ ألمَّ بجلدٍ جلدها طابا
تلْك التي أرْجَلَتْني بالْهوى سنة ً وكُنْتُ للْمُهْرة الْحسْناء رَكَّابا
لم أنسها طالعتْ منْ تحت كلَّتها فأعْلقتْ عامرِيًّا بعْد ما شَابَا
يا «أسْم» جُودي بِمْعرُوفٍ نعِيشُ بِهِ ولا تكُونِي لنا حرْباً وأوْصابا
واللهِ أنْساكِ يا «أسْماءُ» ما طَرفَتْ عيني وما قرقرَ القمريُّ إطرابا



Friend, get up and give me a drink in a glass like a real Arab, not keeping tabs amongst us and punishing.
The pleasure is fine until you debase it, demanding your secret desire and scarring loved ones.
Keep your tongue from scorning what they hold dear, seducing, estranging, and setting ablaze.
Don´t kiss and tell if you are intimate with her, (let it be) honorable, admirable and imploring.
Be happy with that crazy comment of “Yazan´s” son, The noble ones love to have fun but do not forget about their reputations.
Always bringing up the complaints of his kinsmen on account of every dishonor, in order to raise anew that you bestow respect and presents.
Certainly my lips are grieved and my heart saddened, my secret visitor in sleep exposed.
She was the bride and we were the grooms for her, until we saw the light of dawn penetrating.
Someone said, "forget, what´s his name,  the accused,  his can´t be lulled to sleep" - that´d be perjury.
I´m still upset from his arrival with roses, she fell head over heels for him, it caused me to not greet him at the door.
Nay how could I drink at his departure, being burned, yet being devoted to what´s his name, and for self-purposes. 
The pleasure returned in the risky rendezvous with Fatty, walking under perilous clouds, paramours.
I keep some of them tied up and waiting - domesticated suns or moons, we have tomorrow to wear armor and a pinafore.
Don´t be seduced by his pleasure garden - refuse, but figs and dates if it is us you want to pamper.
How excellent a girl of the Gush family, what´s better her eyes, cheeks or pearly whites?
She describes you in biting terms, ridiculing you in laughter with her ice cold lips -bitterly.
To us she certainly made a scene, I learned a lesson from him, witnessing the groveling conclusion and surrendering of pride - what a finale!
She dolled herself up into a striking image, compared to that her ass is used and only worthy of abuse.
When the women of the tribe on seeing her say „her shape is sublime“ they are engaging in exaggeration.
As if she were a string of pearls, or a drug that excited them and set them erotically dancing.
The musk of her sweet sweat is pleasing, yet it pains me to whip her hide for the pleasure.
This is the year in which I became a man acquainted in the ways of pleasure, and for that filly I was the best rider.
I will not forget her climbing up from down under and pouring herself out, her breasts suspended, after that I was a man.
May the reputation of my generosity be famous as long as we live, so don´t be enraged at us or pained.
and may God cause you, whatever your name is, not to forget, for one moment, the pleasure.

translated into English by Mark F Westergreen






Saturday, March 16, 2013

PSALM 120



שִׁיר, הַמַּעֲלוֹת

אֶל יְהוָה בַּצָּרָתָה לִּי קָרָאתִי וַיַּעֲנֵנִי
יְהוָה הַצִּילָה נַפְשִׁי מִשְּׂפַת שֶׁקֶר מִלָּשֹׁון רְמִיָּה
מַה יִּתֵּן לְךָ וּמַה יֹּסִיף לָךְ לָשֹׁון רְמִיָּה
חִצֵּי גִבֹּור שְׁנוּנִים עִם גַּחֲלֵי רְתָמִים
אֹויָה לִי כִּי גַרְתִּי מֶשֶׁךְ שָׁכַנְתִּי עִם אָהֳלֵי קֵדָר
רַבַּת שָׁכְנָה לָּהּ נַפְשִׁי עִם שֹׂונֵא שָׁלֹום
אֲ‍נִי שָׁלֹום וְכִי אֲדַבֵּר הֵמָּה לַמִּלְחָמָה

A Song of Ascents:

In my dilemma I called upon Ha Shem and he answered me,
Ha Shem delivered me from lying and shooting off at the mouth.
"What will it get you and what will you earn shooting off at the mouth?
- An enemy´s precise and fiery strike!"
Woe is me, because I sojourn among those who hang on to grievances,
because I dwell with a warring people.
Too long have I lived among the peace-haters.
I want peace, therefore I seek diplomacy,
but they want war.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

בעין דור שאול טשרניחובסקי - In Ein Dor by Shaul Tchernichovsky

Philistine military tactic "shadow of death"
ובחשכת הליל בלי קשת ושלח
על סוס קל עין דורה בא שאול המלך

ובאחד הבתים אור כהה הופיע
פה תגור הנער לו חרש הביע

את בעלת האוב כן אדוני הנני
נא קסמי באוב צל הראה הראיני

עלטה אש זוועות בפינה קלחת
ושמות כל השדים ובליל
ה רותחת

וכנחש יתפתל בין עשבי הבשן
יזחלו יתאבכו כל תימרות העשן

ובמעגל הקסמים בגופרית משוח
שם יעמוד המלך לא לבו ינוח

ויצורי ערפל וצלמים נשערים
אגלי הזיעה על לחיו נגרים

אף רוחו בו רפתה גם נפשו דואבת
מה ימס בו לבו וינבא המוות

חייו במחזה יעברו יאתיו
הנח לי הנח לי שפתיו יבעיו

עלטה אש זוועות דממת השחת
מעגל הקסמים ועשן הקלחת

ויזכר המלך את גבע ועלומיו
אביב חלדו טרם יקדרו עוד שמיו

ותמונות מרהיבות עיניו תחזינה
כר נרחב יופיע ופרות תרעינה

ותכלת רום שחק גם ריחות עדנים
אל תחת צל אלה חסן כאלונים

שם שלו ינוח הרועה העלם
ולנגדו ירקדו הבקרים בתלם

אך שלווה ונעם אך יפעה והדר
מה נעמו צלצלי פעמון העדר

אנכי מאשר גם בריא גם רענן
מי יתן אוכלה וכאז אהי שאנן

ועצבת נוראה סגור לבו לחצה
וכמו שפעת דמעה אל גרונו פרצה

ופתאום וירעם קול גדול וחזק
ואשון העלטה האיר הבזק

אנכי הראה למלך משחך
מאחרי הבקר היכל הושיבך

ממחלות רקבון על מה הרגזתני
ולארצות החיים מה העליתני

מדוע מאחר הצאן לקחתני
ולנגיד על עמך כיום זה שמתני

כליתי כל כחי בסערות מלחמה
ואשרי בבית כבר לשממה

עם פלשת סבוני בעותי צלמות
הרוח הרעה תדכאני עד מות

איש האלוהים מה אל יענני
כי סר מעלי מה אעשה ענני

מדוע, הה. מלך על עמך משחתני
מדוע מאחרי הצאן לקחתני

על מריך גאון ליבך אלוהים יזעמך
מחר את עמי גם אתה גם עמך

באשמרת הבקר בלי קשת ושלח
על סוס קל המחנה שב שאול המלך

ופניו חורו אך בלבו אין מורא
ובעיניו מתנוצצות היאוש הנורא

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By cloak of night without bow or javelin...
on a swift horse to Ein Dor comes Saul the King.

Oh, from one of the houses a dim light appears:
„She lives here“, the boy quietly expresses.

„Are you the Sorceress?, Yes, my liege, I am her.“
„Cast your spells I pray and show me the spirit of the Seer!“

Darkness, fire, horrors within the pot,
the names of all the demons on a sultry night...

like snakes slithering between the grasses
of Bashan, crawling, they rise up in smokey pillars.

Within the circle of enchantments and consecrated in sulfur,
stands the King, his heart finding no slumber.

Creatures of the netherworld and images of lost souls...
beads of sweat flow down upon his cheeks.

As the angry spirit in him subsides, his soul becomes depressed.
How his heart melts within him, predicting - death.

As the breath leaves his breast, it comes to pass...
that the words „Leave me alone, leave me alone", fall from his lips.

Darkness, fire, horrors. The grave´s silence...
the circle of enchantments and the cauldron´s smoke...

The King recalls Gibeah, and its secrets,
The spring of his youth, before the darkening of the skies.

Pleasant pictures pass before his eyes:
An expansive orchard, ripe with fruit, appears.

The azure heights of the clouds and pleasant breezes,
under the shade of a terebinth, mighty like the oak trees.

Here, he relaxed, the shepherd, the young man,
the flock prancing opposite him in unison.

Only calm and pleasantness, only splendor and beauty ...
how pleasant, the ringing of the flock´s bell.

„I was completely contented, so fat, so fresh,
I wish I were entirely consumed, for as then, I would be carefree!“

Then an awful sorrow seized his heart shut,
as if a torrent of tears in his throat would burst.

Suddenly a strong, loud voice thundered out,
and in the dead of night flashed a blinding light.

“I am the Seer, to be King you were anointed,
behind the stalls were you appointed.

Why have you disturbed me in the chambers of the dead
and raised me back up to this living man´s land?“

„Why did you take me away from the pasture,
as on the day you appointed me to be leader over your people?

I´ve spent all my strength in the storms of war.
And what remains at home is already completely destroyed by warfare.

The Philistines surround me with their tactic shadow of death,
and a personal demon terrorizes me to the point of self destruction.

Man of God!, Why won´t you answer me?
Why do you turn away from me? What should I do? Answer me!

Why, God, did you anoint me a king of your people,
why did you take me from the pasture?“

„For your disobedience and conceit, God is angry with you!
Tomorrow you´ll be with me, you and yours!“

In the dawn´s early light without bow and javelin,
on a swift horse, he returns to camp, Saul the King

Oh, his face is pale, but his heart is not bitter,
and in his eyes glimmers the dreadful despair.


Translated into English by Mark F Westergreen


Biblical Background: 1 Samuel.  9-11 and 28 -31

The Philistine military tactic "shadow of death" is a lot like the American "Schock and Awe" used in the Gulf War. It also bears similarities to many of the battles in the early American-Indian wars.