A Brivele Der Mamen A Little Letter to Mama by Solomon Shmulewitz

A Brivele Der Mamen  A Little Letter to Mama  by Solomon Shmulewitz

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Mayn kind, mayn treyst, du forst avek

Ze zay a zun a guter

Dikh bet mit trern un mit shrek

Dayn traye libe muter

Du forst, mayn kind, mayn eyntsik kind

Ariber vayte yamen

Akh kum ahin nor frish gezunt

Un nit farges dayn mamen

Yo, for gezunt un kum mit glik

Ze yede vokh a brivel shik

Dayn mames harts, mayn kind, derkvik

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A brivele der mamen, zolstu nit farzamen
Shrayb geshvind mayn lib kind,

Shenk ir di nekhome
Di mame vet dayn brivele lezn,

Un zi vet genezn
Heylst ir shmarts, ir biter harts,

Derkvikst ir di neshome

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Dos akhte yor ikh bin aleyn

Dos kind iz vayt farshvumen
Dos kindersh harts iz hart vi shteyn

Keyn eyntsik briv bakumen

Vi ken mayn kind nokh hobn mut?

Vi geyt im ayn dos lebn?
Es muz im geyn dort zeyer gut

Vil er keyn nakhrikht gebn

Kh'hob im geshikt a hundert briv

Un er hot nokh keyn shum bagrif

Az mayne shmartsn zenen zeyer tif

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A brivele der mamen, zolstu nit farzamen
Shrayb geshvind mayn lib kind,

Shenk ir di nekhome
Di mame vet dayn brivele lezn,

Un zi vet genezn
Heylst ir shmarts, ir biter harts,

Derkvikst ir di neshome

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In shtot New York, a raykher hoyz

Mit hertser on gefiln
Dort voynt ir zun, er lebt gor groyz

Mit a gliklekhe familye

A sheyne froy un kinder tsvey

Mit likhtike geshtaltn
Un az er zitst un kvelt fun zey

Hot er a briv derhaltn:

Dayn muter toyt, es iz geshen

In lebn hostu ir farzen


Dos iz ir letste vuntsh geven:

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A kadishl der mamen, zolstu nit farzamen

Zog geshvind, mayn lib kind, shenk ir di nekhome

Di mame vet dayn kadish hern

In ir keyver gern

Heylst ir shmarts, ir biter harts,

Derkvikst ir di neshome

1 My child, my comfort, you're going away

Stay a good son

Asking you, with tears and with fear,

Is your dear, beloved mother

You're going, my son, my only child

Across far seas

Arrive lively and healthy

And don't forget your mother

Yes, go in health and arrive in happiness

Every week, send a letter

Your mother's heart, my child, revive

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A little letter to Mama, don't delay

Write quickly, my beloved child, send her comfort

Mama will read your little letter, and she will feel better

Heal her pain, her bitter heart

Revive her soul

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2 Eight years I've been alone

My child has sailed far away

A child's heart is hard as stone

Not a single letter have I received

How can my child find strength?

How is life going for him?

Things must be looking very good

Since he doesn't want to give [me] any attention

I've sent him a hundred letters

And he has no awareness

That my pain is so deep

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A little letter to Mama, don't delay

Write quickly, my beloved child, send her comfort

Mama will read your little letter, and she will feel better

Heal her pain, her bitter heart

Revive her soul

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3 In the city of New York, a rich house

With hearts without feeling

There lives her son, he's living it up

With a happy family

A lovely wife and two children, with radiant faces

And as he sits and kvells with joy and pride in them

He receives a letter:

Your mother is dead, it's happened

In life you overlooked her.

This was her last wish:

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A kaddish prayer for Mama, don't delay

Say it quickly, my dear child, send her comfort

Your Mama will hear your kaddish

In her grave

Heal her pain, her bitter heart

revive her soul