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Page 194. 'Di Shtal' Section G-H: Section G: The poet in exile ('from the distant distance') observes that his brothers already understood long ago what he now grasps — they accept their fate 'with love,' lying down wherever they fall. Section D: The last spark of anger has burned out in their eyes — except for one, the 'younger in years,' who still cherishes the flame of fever, longing for home, longing for redemption of himself and all his brothers. Section H: In the deep forest, the fugitive brothers sit looking at trees covered in dying summer's webs, 'smiling with a smiling sorrow' (shmeykhlndikn kumer) — resigned, melancholic. The younger one sees the soul of his life ignite in flooding fire, his vision of the trees ablaze. His lips twitch, his fingers 'break in boyish pain' — he still feels intensely what the older ones have numbed themselves to. The tension between youthful passion and resigned acceptance runs through the poem.
ג
וואָס איך זע מיט מײַן פֿאַרשטאַנד פֿון דאַנען
פֿון דער ווײַטער ווײַט
האָבן מײַנע ברידער שוין פֿאַרשטאַנען
לאַנג נאָך אין דער פֿריערדיקער צײַט.
און דעריבער קוקן מײַנע ברידערס אויגן
מיט אַן אײַנגעהאַלטענעם און קאַלטן קוק,
און זיי נעמען אָן באַהאַבע — פֿאַלן, זיך אַנידערלייגן
וואו עס מאַכט זיך: אין דער טיף פֿון וואַלד, צי אויפֿן שטיין פֿון ברוק.
ד
האַרבסט. האַרבסט.
אין מײַנע ברידערס אויגן
האָט שוין אויסגעברענט דער לעצטער פֿונק פֿון צאָרן,
נאָר איינער נאָך פֿון זיי, — דער יינגערער אין יאָרן,
צערטלט נאָך אין זיך דעם פֿלאַם פֿון פֿיבער,
פֿון בענקשאַפֿט נאָך די היימישדיקע שטיבער,
פֿון בענקשאַפֿט נאָך דערלייזונג
פֿון זיך און אַלע ברידער.
ה
אין טיפֿן וואַלד אַנטרונענע
זיצן מײַנע ברידער,
קוקן אויף די ביימער די פֿאַרשפּונענע
מיט געוועבן פֿונעם שטאַרבנדיקן זומער,
און שמייכלען מיט אַ שמייכלענדיקן קומער.
און דער יינגערער קוקט אויך אויף די געוועבן,
און זעט, ווי די נשמה פֿון זײַן לעבן
צינדט זיך אין פֿאַרפֿלייצנדיקן פֿײַער.
כאַפּט אַרום דאָס פֿײַער אַלע ביימער
מיט טאַנצנדיקע, קנאַקנדיקע צינגער:
צוקן זײַנע ליפּן,
ברעכן זיך אין יינגלישדיקן ווייטיק זײַנע פֿינגער.
G
Vos ikh ze mit mayn farshtand fun danen
fun der vayter vayt
hobn mayne brider shoyn farshtanen
lang nokh in der frierdiker tsayt.
Un deriber kukn mayne briders oygn
mit an ayngehaltenem un kaltn kuk,
un zey nemen on be'ahave — faln, zikh aniderleygn
vu es makht zikh: in der tif fun vald, tsi oyfn shteyn fun bruk.
D
Harbst. Harbst.
In mayne briders oygn
hot shoyn oysgebrent der letster funk fun tsorn,
nor eyner nokh fun zey, — der yingerer in yorn,
tsertlt nokh in zikh dem flam fun fiber,
fun benkshaft nokh di heymishdike shtiber,
fun benkshaft nokh derleyzung
fun zikh un ale brider.
H
In tifn vald antrunene
zitsn mayne brider,
kukn oyf di beymer di farshpunene
mit gevebn funem shtarbndikn zumer,
un shmeykhlеn mit a shmeykhlendikn kumer.
Un der yingerer kukt oykh oyf di gevebn,
un zet, vi di neshome fun zayn lebn
tsindt zikh in farfleytsndikn fayer.
Khapt arum dos fayer ale beymer
mit tantsndike, knakndike tsinger:
tsukn zayne lipn,
brekhn zikh in yinglishdikn veytik zayne finger.
G
What I see with my understanding from here
from the distant distance
my brothers have already understood
long ago in earlier times.
And therefore my brothers' eyes look
with a restrained and cold gaze,
and they accept with love — fall, lie down
where it happens: in the depth of the forest, or on the stones of the road.
D
Autumn. Autumn.
In my brothers' eyes
the last spark of anger has already burned out,
but one of them still — the younger in years,
still cherishes in himself the flame of fever,
of longing for the homely cottages,
of longing for redemption
of himself and all the brothers.
H
In the deep forest, fugitives,
sit my brothers,
looking at the trees, the spun-over ones
with webs from the dying summer,
and smiling with a smiling sorrow.
And the younger one looks also at the webs,
and sees how the soul of his life
ignites in flooding fire.
The fire embraces all the trees
with dancing, cracking tongues:
his lips twitch,
his fingers break in boyish pain.
Page 194. 'Di Shtal' Section G-H: Section G: The poet in exile ('from the distant distance') observes that his brothers already understood long ago what he now grasps — they accept their fate 'with love,' lying down wherever they fall. Section D: The last spark of anger has burned out in their eyes — except for one, the 'younger in years,' who still cherishes the flame of fever, longing for home, longing for redemption of himself and all his brothers. Section H: In the deep forest, the fugitive brothers sit looking at trees covered in dying summer's webs, 'smiling with a smiling sorrow' (shmeykhlndikn kumer) — resigned, melancholic. The younger one sees the soul of his life ignite in flooding fire, his vision of the trees ablaze. His lips twitch, his fingers 'break in boyish pain' — he still feels intensely what the older ones have numbed themselves to. The tension between youthful passion and resigned acceptance runs through the poem.
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