Ikh Hob Mayn Man Farloyrn

Ikh Hob Mayn Mayn Farloyrn  text: Tzvi Gormayze

Tango Yona’s Source: Lider Fun Geto Un Lager, collected by Shmerke Kaczerginski

Shoyn genug zikh tsu klemen

an ende muz shoyn nemen

ikh hob shoyn keyn trern mer

keyner vil mikh nit hern mer

 

ze,

tu es mir, ikh bet dikh

tsi farshteystu mayn geveyn?

In hartsn nogt mir

gevisn plogt mikh

an end tsum lebn vil ikh shoyn

 

dershosn

oy mayn mamen

hob ikh aleyn gezen

mayn tatn oykh tsuzamen

a groyse grub geven

 

ikh hob mayn man farloyrn

in tog fun kinds geboyrn

dos kind hot koym derzen di shayn

fun shoys in grub, in grub arayn

 

ikh bin aleyn geblibn

der goyrl hot mikh getribn

di koyl iz mir durkh farbay

ikh bin gelofn durkh veygeshrey

ikh bin in vald gelegn

es griltst mir alts mayn kinds geshrey

oy haynt geboyrn

un shoyn farloyrn

tsi muz es, Got, zayn azoy?

 

O, Got fun nekome

Vu bistu dos atsind?

Tsi zestu mayn neshome

un efsher bistu blind

 

Gerekhtikayt – nishto mer

ikh veyn un klog un yomer

genug dayn veynen in getselt

Sadism hersht nor oyf der velt

Mame Tate

Dos kind Mayn man

Already enough grieving

An end must come

I have already no more tears

No one wants to to hear me anymore

 

See, do it for me, I beg you

Do you understand my outcry?

There is a gnawing in my heart

My conscience plagues me

An end to life I want already

 

 

Shot —

Oy, my mama

I myself have seen

My father also together [with her]

A big pit/mass-grave it was.

 

I lost my husband

On the day the child was born

The child had hardly seen the light

From [my] lap/womb into the pit/grave.

 

I alone have remained

Destiny has driven me

The bullet just missed me [“went through me past me”]

I ran through cries of woe

I lay in the woods/gave birth in the woods

My child’s cry still grates on me

Oy, born today

And already lost

Must it, God, be this way?

 

O, God of vengeance

Where are you now?

Do you see my neshome/my soul

And perhaps are you blind?

Justice – no more

I cry and wail and lament

Enough, your crying in the tent

Only sadism rules in the world
Mother Father

The child My husband

 

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