Mit farmakhte oygn

[With closed eyes] 

From: Di reyd funem shnayder-gezeln Note Manger tsum poet
[Tailor-Apprentice Note Manger's Speech to the Poet]

by Itsik Manger  (1948)

[See lecture: The Golden Peacock

Mit farmakhte oygn  With closed eyes
herstu nenter dem yam,  the sea sounds closer,
Mit fiberndike finger  With feverish fingers
filstu gringer dem gram.  you feel the rhyme more easily.
  
Di goldene pave  The golden peacock
derkenstu in fli,  you recognize in its flight,
Un a benkshaft vert shener  And yearning is nicer
ven zi iz fun nisht-hi.  when it is from somewhere else.
  
Di midkeyt vert mider  Weariness becomes more weary
bay der shvel fun a hoyz,  at the threshold of a house,
Ven du knist filstu sharfer  When you kneel you feel more sharply
az got iz groys.  that God is great.
  
Got kivyokhl iz groys  God is ostensibly great
haynt punkt vi a mol,  today just as before,
Nisht vayl er dunert in himl  Not because he thunders in heaven
nor vayl er khlipet in tol.  or because he sobs in the valley.
  
Az voyl iz tsu dem  So happy are those
vos hot dos khlipen derhert,  who have heard sobbing,
Dir iz aza herung  You were fated
gevezn bashert.  to have heard such a thing.
  
Un a trer iz gefaln  And a tear has fallen
in dayn gemit.  on your mood,
Un mit vund un mit vunder  And with wounds and with wonder
zikh tseblit in dayn lid.  you flourish in your song.