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<title>Hajdamaki by Taras Shevchenko, translated by Clarence Manning</title>
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<l>All things ever come, ever pass, without ending…</l>
<l>body---how much that is! We in</l>
<l>Oh! Whence are they coming? And whither they go?</l>
<l>The fool and the wise man ne’er know of their courses.</l>
<l>Each lives and each dies... For one bursts into bloom,</l>
<l>Another has faded, has faded forever,</l>
<l>The winds spread abroad all the yellowing leaves,</l>
<l>The sun ever rises as in the past aged,</l>
<l>The stars are as bright as before in the past,</l>
<l>And so will they be... <subst>
<del status="shortEnd">do thou</del>
<add>come,</add>
</subst> with thy white face</l>
<l>Come out to make merry across the blue sky,</l>
<l>Come out to admire the stream and the fountain,</l>
<l>The infinite sea, <subst>
<del status="shortEnd">and</del>
<add>as</add>
</subst> thou ever didst shine</l>
<l>At Babylon, yea, as thou <subst>
<del status="shortEnd">dest</del>
<add>didst</add>
</subst>o'er <subst>
<del status="shortEnd">their</del>
<add>its</add>
</subst>gardens,</l>
<l>And
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">over</del>
<add>writ o'er</add>
</subst> the years that will pass for our sons.
</l>
<l>Eternal and placeless - I love to hold converse</l>
<l>With brother and sister and also with thee,</l>
<l>And sing to thee tales
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">thou hast</del>
<add>I once</add>
</subst> whispered to
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">me</del>
<add>thee</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>Oh! teach me once more now to deal with my burden.</l>
<l>l am not alone , and no orphan am I!</l>
<l>'Tis true I have children, what fare will they suffer?</l>
<l>To hold them within me - the soul is alive!</l>
<l>Perhaps
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">they</del>
<add>it</add>
</subst> will find
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">that their its life is less bitter</del>
<add>there there is more joy in heaven,</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>If
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">one will</del>
<add>someone</add>
</subst>repeat all those bitter sweet words
</l>
<l>Which it had so generously poured out with weeping,</l>
<l>
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">Which it</del>
<add>And</add>
</subst>ever so humbly had sobbed
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">o’er their cradles</del>
<add>as it sang them</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>No, l will not hide them. Toe soul is alive.</l>
<l>The heaven is
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">pale blue and it has no fixed dwelling</del>
<add>without ending or limit</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">But I will be singing a song to the homeless,</del>
<add>So when I begin, my own spirit ne’er ends.</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>And what shall it be? Not mere words of deceit.</l>
<l>Oh! let some one mention the past in this world,</l>
<l>The unknown dread always this
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">living</del>
<add>planet</add>
</subst>to leave–
</l>
<l>So think well, my children, you need to remember</l>
<l>It loved you, my children, the light of the world</l>
<l>And it loved without ceasing to sing of your fate.</l>
<l>Until it is sunrise, feast on, all my children</l>
<l>And I shall continue to
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">summon the</del>
<add>charm all your</add>
</subst>band.
</l>
<l>Sons of mine, 0 haydamaki! </l>
<l>Broad's the world, and freedom! </l>
<l>Sons of mine, go out revel </l>
<l>And to try your fate! </l>
<l>Sons of mine, who still are youthful, </l>
<l>Children still untutored! </l>
<l>Who of you without your mother </l>
<l>In the world is practiced? </l>
<l>Sons of mine! My little eagles! </l>
<l>Fly to Ukraina! </l>
<l>Though you grow adult and active, </l>
<l>Foreign lands 's a hindrance. </l>
<l>There your spirit gains more knowledge, </l>
<l>Keeps itself untarnished; </l>
<l>There,. 0 there.... 'tis hard, my children! </l>
<l>When they let you in a cabin, </l>
<l>Jesting they will smile upon you; </l>
<l>Such, they say, are people; </l>
<l>All that's written and that's printed</l>
<l>Even blame[s] the sunlight: </l>
<l>"Not from there they say light
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">shineth</del>,
<add>cometh.</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>Right it never stineth. </l>
<l>That is why it is so needed..." </l>
<l>What can you be doing? </l>
<l>You must listen, maybe truly </l>
<l>Shines the sun in error, </l>
<l>As the writers real their w<del status="shortEnd">i</del>ritings.</l>
<l>And the years have wisdom! </l>
<l>What can they to you be telling? </l>
<l>Yes, I snow your glory! </l>
<l>They deceive you, ridicule you, </l>
<l>Throw you 'neath the benches. </l>
<l>“Let them feast, they all make answer </l>
<l>Till the father rises </l>
<l>And will tell us in our language </l>
<l>Of our famous hetmans, </l>
<l>Or the fool will rise and tell us</l>
<l>In dead words that bore us, </l>
<l>That there was some strange Yarema </l>
<l>At the head of all our forces </l>
<l>in the raids! A fool and folly! </l>
<l>Beaten they can master nothing; </l>
<l>Of the Cossacks, of the hetmans, </l>
<l>Lofty tombs are with us. </l>
<l>Nothing else remains among us </l>
<l>And these too they ruin; </l>
<l>
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">And</del>
<add>Still</add>
</subst>
he wishes us to hearken
</l>
<l>To the elders chanting.</l>
<l>Vain the labor, 0 sir brother! </l>
<l>If you wish for money, </l>
<l>Praise
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">that man</del>
<add>a girl</add>
</subst>
and
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">each</del>
<add>some</add>
</subst>
great marvel!
</l>
<l>Sing about Mat<add place="above">r</add>yosha</l>
<l>Or Parasha, who's our pleasure, </l>
<l>Sultans, spurs, and
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">parquet</del>
<add>palace.</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>There is glory!
<subst>
<del>If you’re</del>
<add>And he’s singing</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>"See the blue sea playing”, </l>
<l>He is weeping; and together </l>
<l>All your group of hearers </l>
<l>In their <del status="shortEnd">ill</del> coats of gray…” </l>
<l>True 'tis, wise men! </l>
<l>Thank you for the counsel! </l>
<l>Warm’s the
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">leather</del>
<add>jacket</add>,
</subst>but I’m sorry
</l>
<l>That <del status="shortEnd">the coat displeases</del> it ill becomes me, </l>
<l>And your wise advice you're
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">breaking</del>
<add>treating</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>With a stubborn slander. </l>
<l>Pardon me and tale without me! </l>
<l>I will still not hearken, </l>
<l>Will not call you to my circle; </l>
<l>You arc wise, gool people, </l>
<l>I’m a fool and unattended, </l>
<l>In my little cabin, </l>
<l>I am singing, I am sobbing </l>
<l>Like the little children. </l>
<l>I am singing: "See the the sea", </l>
<l>Hear the wind a-blowing, </l>
<l>Black's the steppe ani with its freezes</l>
<l>Speaks the tomb forsaken. </l>
<l>I am singing; there are ruins, </l>
<l>Tombs that rise still higher, </l>
<l>Till a path the Zaporozhtsy </l>
<l>To the sea will open; </l>
<l>Atamans on swift black horses</l>
<l>
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">Rob and plunder always</del>
<add>Dash to martial glory</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>'Fore their hosts; the rivers flowing </l>
<l>'Mid the
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">guns of heroes</del>
<add>rudy margins</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>Howl and groan in anger
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">grow</del>
<add></add>
</subst>
rising,
</l>
<l>Till they sing more fiercely! </l>
<l>Yes, I hearken and l study, </l>
<l>Learning from the elders: </l>
<l>What, my fathers, do you tell me? </l>
<l>Son, it is not cheerful! </l>
<l>For the Dn
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">ye</del>
<add place="above">i</add>
</subst>
pr's angry at us,
</l>
<l>Ukraina's weeping." </l>
<l>And I weep. That self-s[]me hour </l>
<l>In their shining squadrons </l>
<l>Atamans set out a-marching, </l>
<l>Captains with their nobles, </l>
<l>And the hetmans, gold-attired; </l>
<l>To my humble cabin </l>
<l>They have come to sit around me, </l>
<l>And of Ukraina </l>
<l>They will speak and tell me stories, </l>
<l>How the Sich was founded, </l>
<l>How the Cossacks boldly travarsed </l>
<l>Rapids, rafting downwards,</l>
<l>How they reveled on the waters,</l>
<l>Dashed into Scutari,</l>
<l>How they lit their pipes beloved</l>
<l>At the Polish fires;</l>
<l>Then came back to Ukraina,</l>
<l>How they nobly feasted...</l>
<l>"Play, kobzar! Pour out, O tapster!"</l>
<l>And the Cossacks reveled.</l>
<l>Tapsters pour and grow not weary</l>
<l>And the feast continues.</l>
<l>
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">So he sand </del>
<add>Kobzars sang</add>
</subst>
and all the Cossacks
</l>
<l>At Hortisa's bending,</l>
<l>Fill their caps and
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">dream</del>
<add>dance</add>
</subst>
their
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">praises</del>
<add>dances</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>As the feast continues.</l>
<l><del>Minstrel</del> Pitchers come and pass around them,</l>
<l>Dry and empty leave them.</l>
<l>"Revel, sir, without a tunic!</l>
<l>Revel, wind, a-blowing!</l>
<l>Play, kobzar, pour out, 0 tapster,</l>
<l>While the humor strikes us!”</l>
<l>Standing side by side the stripling</l>
<l>Dances with his elders:</l>
<l>"Fine, 0 children! Good, O children!</l>
<l>You too will be heroes!"</l>
<l>Atamans at the high banquet</l>
<l>Stand
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">not</del>
<add>there</add>
</subst>
with the others;
</l>
<l>They are walking, are conversing,</l>
<l>And the node heroes</l>
<l>Stand not quiet but tney
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">enter</del>
<add>‘re dancing</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>With their aged bodies; </l>
<l>And I marvel, I am looking, </l>
<l>Smiling, while I'm weeping. </l>
<l>I marvel, I'm smiling, I'm wiping my eyelids, </l>
<l>I’m not all alone, but I live with those men!</l>
<l>In my little cabin, and on the steppes also, </l>
<l>The Cossacks are sporting,
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">and singing their pride;</del>;
<add>the thickets are rustling,</add>
</subst>
</l>
<l>In my little cabin, the blue sea is playing, </l>
<l>The tomb
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">is rejoicing</del>
<add>brings its sorrow</add>
</subst>
, while rustle the trees.
</l>
<l>The maiden is singing, "Grica", as she wanders, </l>
<l>I'm not all alone; may I live with those men!</l>
<l>There are all my blessings, money! </l>
<l>That is all my glory! </l>
<l>And for counsel I will thank you, </l>
<l>For the counsel evil! </l>
<l>Wake with me, while I am living, </l>
<l>
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">On</del>
<add>The</add>
</subst>
dead words that tore you,
</l>
<l>To create lament and weeping; </l>
<l>Comrades, rise, to greeted! </l>
<l>And convey our sons' bold footsteps </l>
<l>On a distant journey. </l>
<l>Let them go; they will be finding </l>
<l>Some revered old Cossack </l>
<l>To inspire in my children </l>
<l>Those old tears and weeping. </l>
<l>Be with men and I am speaking! </l>
<l>I'm the lord of nobles!</l>
<l>So I'm sitting at the table, </l>
<l>Singing and narrating! </l>
<l>Whom to ask? Who is the leader? </l>
<l>Outdoors it grows lighter, </l>
<l>Fades the moon, the sun is blazing, </l>
<l>And the boys are risings </l>
<l>They have prayed and all aroused, </l>
<l>They now stand around me. </l>
<l>Doubting, doubting just as orphans, </l>
<l>They have begged for counsel. </l>
<l>"Bless as, father, so they beg me, </l>
<l>That we may have power. </l>
<l>Bless us that we find our future </l>
<l>In the coming ages." </l>
<l>"You are joking, life's no cabin, </l>
<l>You are little children, </l>
<l>Foolish too. For who will Lead you </l>
<l>With his gallant comrades? </l>
<l>Who will lead you? Children, answer, </l>
<l>It is hard for me here! </l>
<l>I have heard you, l nave hearkened, </l>
<l>have marked your questions. </l>
<l>Go among good people; all is </l>
<l>Written down on paper. </l>
<l>Study what you have not studied, </l>
<l>You have been <add place="above">so</add> kind
<subst>
<del status="shortEnd">to</del>
<add>unto</add>
</subst> me,
</l>
<l>You nave teen and richly also </l>
<l>You have paid as well, </l>
<l>Tma and mna I know, and oksya</l>
<l>Little can I tell you. </l>
<l>What will men remarks? My children, </l>
<l>Come and we will ask you. </l>
<l>I have now an aged father </l>
<l>(Kin I have none living) </l>
<l>He will give me pleasure with you, </l>
<l>For he in his wisdom, </l>
<l>Knows how hard it is to wander </l>
<l>As a homeless orphan; </l>
<l>And he has a noble spirit, </l>
<l>He's a Cossack loyal; </l>
<l>He is not ashamed to utter</l>
<l>Words his mother taught him, </l>
<l>When she nursed him in his cradle, </l>
<l>Trained him as a youngster; </l>
<l>Do not be ashamed to utter </l>
<l>Tales of Ukraina, </l>
<l>Which the blind old bards repeated, </l>
<l>Singing in the evening. </l>
<l>Love those tales, the dumas truthful, </l>
<l>Sing the Cossack praises, </l>
<l>Love them ever. Come, my children, </l>
<l>To the paths of pleasure. </l>
<l>Had the years ago ne'er met me, </l>
<l>In the worst of seasons, </l>
<l>Long ago would I be buried </l>
<l>In a foreign country. </l>
<l>And the strangers all soall mock me </l>
<l>“
<subst>
<del>How he</del>
<add>So, he</add>
</subst>
died from freezing".
</l>
<l>Hard it is to fight and conquer, </l>
<l>If you know no motive. </l>
<l>Times have changed, why dream of visions? </l>
<l>Let us go, my children! </l>
<l>If he did not let me perish </l>
<l>In a foreign country, </l>
<l>So he will accept you, children, </l>
<l>Just as his own offspring. </l>
<l>And for this with pious praying </l>
<l>Back to Ukrainal </l>
<l>Farewell, father, in the cabinI </l>
<l>On your ancient threshold, </l>
<l>Give a blessing to my children </l>
<l>For their future journey. </l>
<l>7.IV.1841</l>
<l>Petersburg</l>
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