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Mayn lid farnem, hagam s'iz trib, der regn veynt un veynt. Ver s'iz in klem, hert un farshteyt: dos glik hot zikh opgevendt. S'iz shoyn avek di tsayt fun freyd, ven s'hot dos glik gehelt. Biz tifstn dek tseplatst, tsetsveyt, khotsh s'hot gevakht di velt. Kert alts tsurik? Dos veys ikh nit. Dos veyst mistam der vint. Blaybt gants dos glik, vert er nit mid un brengt undz treyst geshvind. Nor ze, der vint bahalt zikh oys, un iz dokh ersht geven. Punkt vi a kind, dakht zikh im oys: nor er veyst vos geshen. Farnem mayn lid. Kon zayn, es brengt dos lakhn ven tsurik, -- un vayt a yid vet zen -- es hengt iber zayn kop dos glik.
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]
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger (1924 - 1942), "Lied", written 1941, appears in Blütenlese, in Der Blütenlese Erster Teil, in Nachtschatten
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), "Farnem mayn lid" [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Hadassah Haskale) , title 1: "Take this, my song", copyright © 2007 by Ruth Levin, (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: 30
Word count: 119
Take this, my song, Although it grieves, The rain it weeps and weeps. Those who know pain Will understand: Joy is what it intends. It's long since fled, The time of light When I was filled with joy... That time has burst, Crumbled to bits, While all the world looked on. The past come back ? I can't know that. Perhaps the wind has clues. If joy exists, Return it will And along with it relief. But see, the wind, It likes to hide And dwells in mystery. Just so, a child Likes to believe He's guarding a secret. My song, take it. Could be, it brings The laughter back again. And someone somewhere Will see behind Its cry, longing for joy.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from Yiddish (יידיש) to English copyright © 2007 by Ruth Levin; translation 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
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger (1924 - 1942), "Lied", written 1941, appears in Blütenlese, in Der Blütenlese Erster Teil, in Nachtschatten
This text was added to the website: 2007-09-21
Line count: 30
Word count: 121
