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Kh'hob mitgenumen mir in veg -- in vaytn veg, in shvern veg -- un durkhegshmuglt in der fremd a heylike kamee -- dos tsigele, dos vaysinke, fun vigele, fun maysele, der mames yidish lidele in freydn un in veyen. Un yorn lang in shtume leyd hob ikh gefilt zayn dekh, zayn treyst. mayn harts hot moyredik geklemt, me zol, kholile, es nisht fartsikn -- dos tsigele, dos vaysinke, fun vigele, fun maysele, der mames yidish lidele, vos vart alts oyf zayn tikn. Dervayl z'fargangen yor nokh yor, kh'bin in der heym shoyn oyf der vor un loz do hern oyf a kol mayn oytser, mayn kamee -- dos tsigele, dos vaysinke, fun vigele, fun maysele, der mames yidish lidele, vos freyt un vet derfreyen.
Text Authorship:
- by Leibu Levin (1914 - 1983), copyright © by Ruth Levin, (re)printed on this website with kind permission [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Leibu Levin (1914 - 1983), "Mayn heylike kamee" [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Hadassah Haskale) , "My sacred cameo", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Ruth Levin
This text was added to the website: 2007-09-22
Line count: 24
Word count: 119
As I set forth upon my way -- A long way, a hard way -- I smuggled out through foreign lands A sacred cameo -- The little kid, the whitest one, From the cradle, from the folk tale, The mama's Yiddish melody In pain and in rejoicing. And through the years of wildest grief I've felt its comfort and its breath. My heart has twinged with pangs of dread -- Lest, God forbid, it should be devoured -- The little kid, the whitest one, From the cradle, from the folk tale, The mama's Yiddish melody, That still awaits its tikun. Meanwhile, there passed year after year, In truth, I'm already at home, And here I let be heard out loud My treasure, my cameo -- The little kid, the whitest one, From the cradle, from the folk tale, The mama's Yiddish melody That delights and will delight.
Note for stanza 2, line 8: "tikun" (Hebrew, Yiddish): repair of the world
Text Authorship:
- Translation from Yiddish (יידיש) to English copyright © 2007 by Hadassah Haskale, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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Based on:
- a text in Yiddish (יידיש) by Leibu Levin (1914 - 1983), copyright © by Ruth Levin, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
This text was added to the website: 2007-09-21
Line count: 24
Word count: 141