Yomervokhets (David Millard)

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Editor: David Millard (submitted 2013-09-10).   Score information: Letter, 25 pages, 305 kB   Copyright: Personal

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General Information

Title: Yomervokhets
Composer: David Millard

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Cantata

Language: Yiddish
Instruments: Piano

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Description: A setting of 'Yomervokhets' - a Yiddish translation of Lewis Carroll's 'Jabberwocky' made by Raphael Finkel. Done with permission from the translator. Raphael Finkel's web page of Yiddish texts may be found here: http://www.cs.uky.edu/~raphael/yiddish.html

External websites: http://www.cs.uky.edu/~raphael/yiddish.html

Original text and translations

Yiddish text S’iz brilik geven, di shlikhtinke toves hobn gevirt un gevimlt in vobn. Gants mimzish geven di borogoves; di mome-ret hot oysgegrobn. “Dokh hit zikh farn Yomervokh! Tseyn vos zey khapn; kreln-shpits! Farn Yubyub foygl hit zikh; vaykht fun froymdikn Bandershnits.” Er nemt in hant dem vorplen shverd. Dem soyne hot er lang gezukht, gerut arum an Eyts-tumtum, fartrakht, hot es gedukht. Beys shteyt er in gedanken oyf, der Yomervokh, mit fayer-oygn, mit vifek kumt durkh tulgikn vald, geburblt beys gefloygn. Eyns, tsvey! eyns tsvey! Mit vey, mit vey, der vorpler kling makht shnoker-shnik. Er shekht im op, un mit zayn kop gelompik geyt tsurik. “Geteyt hostu dem Yomervokh? Nem mikh arum, mayn beymish kind. O yontev groys! Khaleyn, khaloys!” Er tshortlt un er zingt. S’iz brilik geven, etc.

English translation       ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One two! One two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. ’Twas brillig, etc.