Epigrams

These ten rhymed couplets, found in a thirteenth-century Ashkenazic manuscript, are based on homonyms in Hebrew. These are indicated in the text with italics and explicated in the notes by the translator. The carefully crafted lines all express variations on an old man’s fear of death, as he mourns his impending fate, worries for his children, and fears divine punishment for his youthful sins.

I have come to the end of my life, with my clothes white,
  to the time when the hairs of my head are white.
While I still can speak, I give instruction for the sons,
  to acquire understanding, and to acquire husbands for the daughters.1
In the days of my youth, my understanding was not accumulated,2
  so I could not distinguish between holy and profane.
Therefore, from the worm I fear,
  the weight of stone, the burden of sand.
Joy—is that something my heart can learn?3
  It is not experienced. How can it rejoice,
When my enemy my grave is going to measure,
  and the stone over me he will roll.
When fighting words within me are struggling,4
  from the staff of understanding I take moral advice.
For my bones will be piles of desolation,
  tomorrow, and from the city I will be removed.
Do I have any mouth to speak, and to rule over princes?5
  tomorrow I will die, and my fate will be left to jackals,
And worms and maggots will get their portion, my flesh,
as food; and my friends will follow the custom to express lament.
To me, O son, come here, approach.6
  Listen to your father, who gives instruction, at his [life’s] end.
When time comes for the fated battle,
  reject possessions; keep only uprightness.
Sweet times have found me, but then to vinegar7
  they have turned, when coming to afflict.
How can they steal my poetry, and rob
  my heart’s joy, when I begin to sing.
See the men who to crimson are accustomed.8
  When they die, there is mourning for them in hearts.
All the more so, for me, who have kept reliability,
  so I have been, for many, as the apple of the eye.
A man’s heart is foolish when it performs abominations,9
  for at the end, he will be proverbial.
Woe to the man that rules over the earth,
  for they will rule over him—all those that he ruled.
My days have come to an end, and trembling grabs10
  my heart, regarding my corpse, which will be exiled
Into the mud of the ground. That which I’d like to see
  is: What will be my end? But none reveals.
Translated by Gabriel Wasserman.
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These ten rhymed couplets, found in a thirteenth-century Ashkenazic manuscript, are based on homonyms in Hebrew. These are indicated in the text with italics and explicated in the notes by the translator. The carefully crafted lines all express variations on an old man’s fear of death, as he mourns his impending fate, worries for his children, and fears divine punishment for his youthful sins.

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