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    Targum: Or Metrical Translations From Thirty Languages And Dialects
    Targum: Or Metrical Translations From Thirty Languages And Dialects
    Targum: Or Metrical Translations From Thirty Languages And Dialects
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    Targum: Or Metrical Translations From Thirty Languages And Dialects

    By George Borrow

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    Targum is a translation of the Book of Jonah from Hebrew into English by George Borrow, a British author and traveler. Borrow was known for his interest in the Romani people and their language, which he incorporated into his writing. The translation is considered to be a significant work in the field of biblical studies.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 17, 2019
    ISBN4064066180614
    Targum: Or Metrical Translations From Thirty Languages And Dialects

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      Targum - George Borrow

      George Borrow

      Targum

      Or Metrical Translations From Thirty Languages And Dialects

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066180614

      Table of Contents

      ODES.

      1.

      2.

      3.

      STANZAS.

      DESCRIPTION OF PARADISE.

      O LORD! I NOTHING CRAVE BUT THEE.

      MYSTICAL POEM.

      MORAL METAPHORS.

      1.

      2.

      THE MOUNTAIN-CHASE.

      THE GLORY OF THE COSSACKS.

      THE BLACK SHAWL.

      SONG.

      THE COSSACK.

      THE THREE SONS OF BUDRYS.

      THE BANNING OF THE PEST.

      WOINOMOINEN.

      THE WORDS OF BEOWULF, SON OF EGTHEOF.

      THE LAY OF BIARKE.

      THE HAIL-STORM.

      THE KING AND CROWN.

      ODE.

      CHLOE.

      NATIONAL SONG.

      SIR SINCLAIR.

      HVIDFELD.

      BIRTING.

      INGEBORG’S LAMENTATION.

      THE DELIGHTS OF FINN MAC COUL

      CAROLAN’S LAMENT.

      TO ICOLMCILL.

      THE DYING BARD.

      PROPHECY OF TALIESIN.

      THE HISTORY OF TALIESIN.

      EPIGRAM.

      THE INVITATION.

      THE RISING OF ACHILLES.

      THE MEETING OF ODYSSES AND ACHILLES.

      HYMN

      THE GRAVE OF DEMOS.

      THE SORCERIES OF CANIDIA.

      THE FRENCH CAVALIER, etc.

      ADDRESS TO SLEEP.

      THE MOORMEN’S MARCH FROM GRANADA.

      THE FORSAKEN.

      STANZAS.

      MY EIGHTEENTH YEAR.

      SONG.

      ODES.

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      From the Persian.

      1.

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      Boy, hand my friends the cup, ’tis time of roses now;

      Midst roses let us break each penitential vow;

      With shout and antic bound we’ll in the garden stray;

      When nightingales are heard, we’ll rove where roses blow;

      Here in this open spot fill, fill, and quaff away;

      Midst roses here we stand a troop with hearts that glow;

      The rose our long-miss’d friend retains in full array;

      No fairer pearls than friends and cups the roses know;

      Poor Hafiz loves the rose, and down his soul would lay,

      With joy, to win the dust its guardian’s foot below.

      2.

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      If shedding lovers’ blood thou deem’st a matter slight,

      No goodness I can plead to scare thee and affright,

      O Thou, in whose black locks night’s Genius stands confest,

      Whose maiden cheek displays the morning’s Master bright.

      My eyes to fountains turn, down pouring on my breast,

      I sink amid their waves, to swim I have no might.

      O ruby lip, by thee life’s water is possest,

      Thou couldst awake the dead to vigour and delight;

      There’s no salvation from the tresses which invest

      Those temples, nor from eyes swift-flashing left and right.

      Devotion, piety I plead not to arrest

      My doom, no goodness crowns the passion-madden’d wight;

      Thy prayer unmeaning cease, with which thou weariest,

      O Hafiz, the most High at morning and at night.

      3.

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      O Thou, whose equal mind knows no vexation,

      Who holding love in deep abomination,

      On love’s divan to loiter wilt not deign,

      Thy wit doth merit every commendation.

      Love’s visions never will disturb his brain,

      Who drinketh of the vine the sweet oblation;

      And know, thou passion-smit, pale visag’d swain,

      There’s medicine to work thy restoration;

      Ever in memory the receipt retain—

      ’Tis quaffing wine-cups to intoxication.

      STANZAS.

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      From the Turkish of Fezouli.

      O Fezouli, the hour is near,

      Which bids thee from this world depart,

      And leave—what now thou hold’st so dear—

      The loves of thy too ardent heart.

      Yet till that fated hour arrive,

      Be thy emprises, every one,

      If thou wouldst fain behold them thrive,

      In God’s Almighty name begun.

      DESCRIPTION OF PARADISE.

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      From the Turkish.

      (Translated from the metrical History of the World.)

      Eight Gennets {8} there be, as some relate,

      Or one subdivided, as others state;

      The first Dar al Galal, the next is Salem,

      And Gennet Amawi stands next to them;

      Then Kholud and Nayim and Gennet Ferdous—

      And that last as most lovely is pictur’d to us;

      A seventh there is, Dar al Karar the same,

      And an eighth there is also, and Ad is its name.

      God made Dar al Galal of white pearls fair,

      Then of rubies Al Salem, so red in their glare;

      He made Gennet Kholud so splendid to stand

      Of bright yellow corals,

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