Naye Lebn by margotseigle

Poem by Lila Serene, translated by Lila & her mom Ana Goldenberg.
Melody by Margot Seigle
Recorded on the 24th of Iyar 5780 // Netzach shebe Yesod
Yiddish pronunciation support from Noam Lerman

This poem is about trusting the babies choosing to be conceived and born in this pandemic to be bringing with them the gifts and wisdom that are most needed.

naye lebn

dayne
zise oygn farshpreyt
fris tsit fun eybikeyt arop
greyt, hungeric
oysgisn bagleybtkyte azoy vi honic dekn mid harts
onton a bissle fargenign azoy vi vesne regn gebakt in der shmek fun frish likht
du bist punkt genoy gekumen aher
biz a hor ven du kumft iz der merste veytikeyt
un ich tsuher zich
hent aroysraysn tfilin fun lipn farstitert
doziker beyner fartriknt megn beygn gehnuk niderik
kushn dos erd gehnuk tsertlekh
zayn bagrisn ba der mikdesh
fun vos du host gekumen aher tsulernen.

translation:

new life.

Your
Wide sweet eyes
Fresh plucked from eternity
Ready hungry
pouring trust like syrup over tired hearts
a sprinkling of joy like spring rain steeped in the scent of fresh light
you are right on time
right when you're needed most
and I am listening
palms pressing prayers through trembling lips
may these drying bones bend low enough
to kiss this earth gently enough
to be received at the altar
of what you've come here to teach.