BALD VET ZAYN A REGN
Poet: A. Lutzky [Aaron Tsuker] (1894-1957)
Soon it will rain:
So goes the story on the street.
All houses look
Frightened and pale.
A piece of paper floats around
And shouts in the street:
Help me! Help me!
I will get wet!
The sun emerges from the heavens
And pauses in the street
And laughs—
There will be no rain.
It was just a joke.
A PAPIR VIL BAGEYN ZELBSTMORD
Poet: A. Lutzky [Aaron Tsuker] (1894-1957)
A piece of paper lost its appetite for life,
So it dropped itself upon the rails
And awaited the train.
With the train fast approaching,
It was frightened by the rush.
It picked itself up,
And off it went with an awesome joy.
BALD VET ZAYN A REGN
Poet: A. Lutzky [Aaron Tsuker] (1894-1957)
bald vet zayn a regn,
azoy dertseylt di gas.
kukn ale hayzer
dershroken un blas.
trogt zikh a papir
un lyaremt in gas:
gvald! gvald! ikh vel vern nas!
kumt a zun fun himl,
shtelt zikh op in gas,
un la-a-a-kht:
es vet nit zayn keyn regn.—
nor gemakht a shpas.
A PAPIR VIL BAGEYN ZELBSTMORD
Poet: A. Lutzky [Aaron Tsuker] (1894-1957)
a papir iz nimes gevorn dos lebn,
iz er tsugefaln tsu a rels
un hot opgevart di ban.
ven di ban hot zikh ongeyogt—
hot er zikh dershrokn farn impet,
zikh geton
a—hoyb-uf
un iz avek mit a moyrediker freyd.
