Link to Unter Dayne Vayse Shtern

 https://yiddishsongs.org/unter-dayne-vayse-shtern/

Under your white starry heaven
Offer me your pale white hand.
All my words are flowing teardrops.
I would place them in your hand.
Gone the luster from their brightness,
Seen through morbid cellar view –
And I no longer have my own space
To reflect them back to you.

My devoted God I offer
Everything that I possess.
As the fire that I suffer
Fills each fiery day I pass.
Only in the holes and cellars
With deadly rest my days I share.
I run higher – over spire
Searching where are you, oh where?

I am chased by phantom beings
Stairs and courtyards goad me too.
There I hang a broken bowstring –
And I sing once more to you:
Under your white starry heaven
Offer me your pale white hand.
All my words are flowing teardrops,
I would place them in your hand.

Unter dayne vayse shtern
Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant.
Mayne verter zaynen trern
Viln ruen in dayn hant.
Ze, es tunklt zeyer finkl
In mayn kelerdikn blik.
Un ikh hob gornit keyn vinkl
Zey tsu shenken dir tsurik.

Un ikh vii dokh, got getrayer,
Dir fartroyen mayn farmeg.
Vayl es mont in mir a fayer
Un in fayer — mayne teg.
Nor in kelern un lekher
Veynt di merderishe ru.
Loyf ikh hekher, iber dekher
Un ikh zukh: vu bistu, vu?

Nemen yogn mikh meshune
Trep un hoyfn mit gevoy.
Heng ikh — a geplatste strune
Un ikh zing tsu dir azoy:
Unter dayne vayse shtern
Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant.
Mayne verter zaynen trern
Viln ruen in dayn hant.

אונטער דײַנע װײַסע שטערן
שטרעק צו מיר דײַן װײַסע האַנט.
מײַנע װערטער זײַנען טרערן
װילן רוען אין דײַן האַנט.
זע, עס טונקלט זײער פֿינקל
אין מײַן קעלערדיקן בליק,
און איך האָב גאָרניט קײן װינקל
זײ צו שענקען דיר צוריק.

און איך װיל דאָך, גאָט געטרײַער,
דיר פֿאַרטרױען מײַן פֿאַרמעג.
װײַל עס מאָנט אין מיר אַ פֿײַער,
און אין פֿײַער — מײַנע טעג.
נאָר אין קעלערן און לעכער
װײנט די מערדערישע רו.
לױף איך העכער, איבער דעכער
און איך זוך: װוּ ביסטו, װוּ?

נעמען יאָגן מיך משונה
טרעפּ און הױפֿן מיט געװױ.
הענג איך — אַ געפּלאַצטע סטרונע
און איך זינג צו דיר אַזױ:
אונטער דײַנע װײַסע שטערן
שטרעק צו מיר דײַן װײַסע האַנט.
מײַנע װערטער זײַנען טרערן
װילן רוען אין דײַן האַנט.

https://yiddishsongs.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/01/18-Unter-Dayne-Vayse-Shtern.pdf

SongwrittenintheVilnoghettobyAbrahamSutskever(1913 ),awell-knownpoetbeforethewar.Itwasfirstpresented in the play Di Yogenish in Fas in the ghetto theatre. After the liquidation of the ghetto, Sutskever jotned the partisan fighters. He survived the war and lives in Israel where he edits the literary quarterly Di Goldene Keyt. Music is by Abraham Brudno (See Friling).

MORE ABOUT JOAN'S YIDDISH BLOG

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Verse 4 of this Land is Your Land in Yiddish

Ikh ze a groysn moyer mit a shild vos varnt, vil men araynet, shteyt az me' tor nit, nor aoyf yener zayt, dortn gornit, Ot iz di land far mir un dir.

ikh bin a border bay mayn vayb

All Songs / Miscellaneous ikh bin a boarder bay mayn vayb Composer: Rubin Doctor (1882- ca.1940) Yiddish Lyrics Ikh bin shoyn vider “singl,” punkt zoy vi a yingl,
mit mayn vaybl hob ikh zikh geget. Gedenkt hob ikh tsu “mufn,” a “room” gezukht tsu shlofn, Hot man vaybl mich ibergeredt: Vos darftstu zukhn glikn, in fremde "rums" zikh shtikn,
un zayn aleyn un redn tsu di vent. Blayb do iber punkt vi frier, zay a "border" yetst bay mir.
Vi a fremder tsol ikh ir dem rent. Ikh bin a "border" bay mayn vayb, oy gut, oy voyl, oy gut, mener, iz dos a tayrer "dzhab", Oy gut, oy voyl, oy gut. Zi attendet mika mit ales, Ven ikh kum fregt zi keyn shayles, ikh bin a "border" bay mayn vayb. Ikh zog aykh yetst oysdriklekh, az ikh fil zikh zeyer gliklekh, beser als a "border" eyder man. Ikh darf mayn vayb nit hitn, un onkumen in mitn, ven der "butsher" brengt dos fleysh arayn. Ikh bin gants fray fun zorgn, ikh darf nit layen, borgn,
 nit arbetn un brengen ir dos gelt. Nor zayt ikh bin in "bord" bay ir, iz mir gut gor on a shir,
 ikh es un trink nor un ikh bren a velt. Es iz a fargenign, ales ken ikh krign,
 vi a fremder "border" bay mayn vayb.
 Ikh bin gornit keyn griner, un yedn tog nokh "diner"
 leyg ikh zikh tsu azoy tsum tsayt-fartrayb. Oy, frier flegt zi mir sheltn, un iberkern veltn, gor mit a fremdn "border" in mayn shtib, nor zayt ikh bin in "bord" bay ir, iz zi azoy gut tsu mir, es kost mir bilik un zi hot mikh lib. Added online December 2001 Find this also at: https://yiddishsongs.org/ikh-bin-a-border-bay-mayn-vayb/ Here is a translation from https://www.milkenarchive.org/music/volumes/view/great-songs-of-the-american-yiddish-stage/work/ikh-bin-a-boarder-bay-mayn-vayb/ Lyrics by Reuben Doctor I’m a boarder at my wife’s. Guys, it’s a sweet deal. She attends to my every need. When I come home, she doesn’t ask any questions. I am a boarder at my wife’s. I’m single once again, single like a young boy. I’ve divorced my wife. I thought about moving out, I looked for a room to lodge, but my wife persuaded me: “Why do you need to look for bargains And be cramped in strange rooms, And be alone and talk to the walls. Stay here just like before. Be a boarder now with me.” So like a boarder, I pay her rent. I’m a boarder at my wife’s. It’s so nice, so good. Guys, it’s a sweet deal. She attends to my every need. When I come home, she doesn’t ask any questions. I am a boarder at my wife’s. It’s a pleasure; I can get it all as a stranger boarding at my wife’s. I’m no greenhorn, and every day, after dinner, I lie down, just to pass the time Oh, earlier she used to curse me and make a big hullabaloo, Even when there was a stranger boarding in my house. But ever since I became a boarder at her place, she is so good to me. It costs me little, and she loves me.

A little bit of sun, A bisl zun, ,אַ ביסל זון A little bit of rain, A bisl regn, ,אַ ביסל רעגן A peaceful place A ruyik ort אַ רויִק אָרט To lay your head, Dem kop tsu leygn, ,דעם קאָפּ צו לײגן As long as you’re healthy, Abi gezunt, ,אַבי געזונט You can be happy. Ken men gliklekh zayn. .קען מען גליקלעך זײַן Shoes, socks, A shukh, a zok, ,אַ שוך, אַ זאָק A cloth without patches, A kleyd on lates, ,אַ קלײד אָן לאַטעס In your pocket, In keshene, ,אין קעשענע three or four zlotys, A dray-fir zlotes, ,אַ דרײַ־פֿיר זלאָטעס As long as you’re healthy, Abi gezunt, ,אַבי געזונט You can be happy. Ken men gliklekh zayn. .קען מען גליקלעך זײַן The air is free Di luft iz fray די לופֿט איז פֿרײַ For all alike, Far yedn glaykh. .פֿאַר יעדן גלײַך The sun shines Di zun zi shaynt די זון זי שײַנט For everyone, Far yedn eynem, ,פֿאַר יעדן אײנעם Whether rich or poor. Orem oder raykh. .אָרעם אָדער רײַך A little bit of joy, A bisl freyd, ,אַ ביסל פֿרײד A little bit of laughter, A bisl lakhn, ,אַ ביסל לאַכן Once in a while with friends, Amol mit fraynd ,אַמאָל מיט פֿרײַנד Drinking some schnapps, A shnepsl makhn, ,אַ שנעפּסל מאַכן As long as you’re healthy, Abi gezunt, ,אַבי געזונט You can be happy. Ken men gliklekh zayn. .קען מען גליקלעך זײַן Some look for wealth, Eyner zukht ashires ,אײנער זוכט עשירות Some look for power, Eyner zukht gevures, ,אײנער זוכט גבֿורות To conquer the whole world. Aynnemen di gantse velt. .אײַננעמען די גאַנצע װעלט Some think that all happiness Eyner meynt dos gantse glik אײנער מײנט דאָס גאַנצע גליק Depends only on money. Hengt nor op in gelt. הענגט נאָר אָפּ אין געלט Let them all search, Zoln ale zukhn, ,זאָלן אַלע זוכן let them all scrounge. Zoln ale krikhn, ,זאָלן אַלע קריכן But I think to myself that Nor ikh trakht bay mir, ,נאָר איך טראַכט בײַ מיר I have no use for this, since Ikh darf dos oyf kapores vayl איך דאַרףֿ דאָס אױףֿ כּפּרות װײַל Happiness is standing at my doorstep. Dos glik shteyt bay mayn tir. .דאָס גליק שטײט בײַ מײַן טיר

YIDDISH CURSES BY S.I.ROSENBLUM, OCTOBER 15, 2020

                                       Just a Bunch of Yiddish Curses

In times of stress, when we see fellow Jews committing the same crimes that were committed against our people, it is good to have words like these.

By S. I. Rosenbaum

October 15, 2020

It’s hard for Jews to speak ill of other Jews. In English, at least, it’s not just that we’re commanded never to curse a fellow Jew — it’s because we have so few words left to do so.

All the best pejoratives and metaphors have been tainted by antisemitism. Gentiles have spent so long comparing us to every conceivable loathsome thing that now we cannot describe an individual Jew as a vampire, a reptile, a leech. To do so would imply not that he is a noxious individual, but that he is a noxious individual because he is a Jew. 

Thus it becomes nearly impossible to discuss the actions of immoral Jews without echoing language that has been used to dehumanize all of us.

It’s a good thing, then, that Yiddish has so vast a treasury of curses. Not every language has a tradition of formulaic curses, but Yiddish is blessed with a whole genre of them, called klole.

Other Jewish languages also offer choice curses (Ladino: Ama kien save si vas a eskapar el anyo, “Who knows if you will finish a year?”; Judeo-Arabic: Thu-qut-I-un-uk, “May your eyeball burst”). But Yiddish curses are perhaps best known, in part because of the eternally popular lists of Yiddish curses that make the rounds on the internet.

Yiddishists stress that not all of these would have been used in daily life. “Most of the more elaborate curses that you hear these days–either in Yiddish or in English translation–are quoted from books or old recordings, or have been passed along as jokes,” writes Yiddish scholar Michael Wex. But they remain beloved by modern Ashkenazim, perhaps because they offer us something we lost when we assimilated to English — a language of our own, full of words that had never been used to dehumanize us.

In times of stress, when we see fellow Jews committing the same crimes that were committed against our people, when we see fellow Jews colluding with our tormentors, standing with white supremacists, crafting racist policies, building ghettos and concentration camps, it is good to have words like these.

In no particular order, here are some of my favorites.

Yemakh shmoy ve-zikhroy: May his name and his memory be blotted out.

Khasene hobn zol er mit di malekh hamoves tokhter: He should marry the daughter of the Angel of Death.

Oyskrenkn zol er dus mames milakh: He should get so sick as to cough up his mother’s milk..

Oyf doktoyrim zol er dos avekgebn: He should give it all away to doctors.

Hindert hayzer zol er hobn, in yeder hoyz a hindert tsimern, in yeder tsimer tsvonsik betn un kadukhes zol im varfn fin eyn bet in der tsveyter: A hundred houses shall he have, in every house a hundred rooms and in every room 20 beds, and a delirious fever should drive him from bed to bed.

Vifl yor er iz gegangen af di fis zol er geyn af di hent: For as many years as he’s walked on his feet, he should walk on his hands.

Raykh zol er zayn un hobn tsvey oytos. Eyn oyto zol loyfn khapn far im a dokter, un der tsveyter zol loyfn moydie tsu zayn, az s’iz shoyn nokh alemen: He should be rich and have two cars. One car should rush to get him a doctor, and the other should rush to say it’s too late.

Krikhn zol er afn boykh: May he crawl on his belly.

 Zol er krenken un gedenken: Let him suffer and remember.

A beyzer gzar zol er af dir kumen: May an evil decree come upon him.

A kleyn kind zol nokh im heysn: A young child should be named after him. (Ashkenazim don’t traditionally name babies after the living.)

Ruen zol er nisht afile in keyver: May he find no rest even in the grave.

Header image by Amanda Cassingham-Bardwell/iStock/Getty Images.

From:   https://www.heyalma.com/just-a-bunch-of-yiddish-curses/

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AULD LANG SYNE FOR THE NEW YEAR

This week of December 21, 2022 (whatever the date that finally appears on this blog) is for some Yiddish renditions of Auld Lang Zayn 

Read more about this song (with texts and lyrics) here: 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne 

I looked for Yiddish versions of this.

Here is one by Binyumen Schaechter:

You can see his Yiddish Philharmonic Chorus singing this, and there are subtitles with the texts: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7DAqgjlm2I

Here is one verse of the transliterated subtitles at that website 

Far vos fargesn alte fraynd, fun zikhroynes on a tsol,

Far vos fargesn alte fraynd, un di tsaytn fun a mol.

Di tsaytn fun a mol, mayn kroyn,

Di tsaytn fun a mol,

Kum trink mit mir lekhaym shoyn, 

Far di tsaytn fun a mol. 

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