Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 30, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: O Brook

by Moses Ibn Ezra (ca. 1055 – after 1135).

 

O Brook

 

O brook, whose hurrying waters go

To the far land that holds my friend,

By thee, my greeting let me send;

And if thy waves seem red as blood,

Tell him my tears have stained thy flood;                  5

The mingled drops of eye and heart,

For exile, and for love, they flow—

Exile and love, that rend the frame

Of them who dwell from friends apart.

 

O brook, bespeak him tenderly;                                 10

Fill thou his heart with thought of me,

So that usurper may not claim

My place therein.

Make him to know

That for his ransom I would give                                15

What years I yet may have to live—

Or if my life be all too little worth,

That which I hold most precious upon earth.

 

(Translated by Solomon Solis-Cohen)

 

Notes:

http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/biography/Ezra.html

http://www.jewishencyclopedia.com/view.jsp?artid=15&letter=I


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