OK, one more, or my brain is in serious danger of melting tonight. Here is where the dog is buried
(Loosely translated from Ovsey Driz)
All of Helem has once known
Gersh - a poor blind man.
He has wandered all the roads
With a very thick oak stick.
Under windows it would knock:
"Help me, for the love of God".
Some would give a dry bread-crust,
Some would yesterday's pancakes.
And it happened that the poorest
Shared what they could with the beggar.
Meanwhile, the blind man's sack
Little by little has worn down.
And the chickens followed Gersh,
Picking up crumbs in his wake.
Greedy geese they followed after
Turned to walk this path with chickens,
Catching bits as they were falling!
And from all the streets around
The goats, the goats ran...
Following the geese and chickens.
And from everywhere came flying
A hundred robbers - a hundred crows.
And there came to be such racket!
The goats: "Bah!"; the crows: "Croak!"
The people heard,
All ran, as if to a fire.
And all is white with goats!
And all is black with crows!
Finally, with water they downed them
And broke the fight apart.
And the next day in the morning
To the old and wise gray men
All in tears
There came Freidl the bird-woman:
- From the cock and from the chickens
The crows had picked all feathers clean! -
Shoemaker Nokhem has come running,
Throwing dirt upon his hair,
Saying that after the fight
His goat has gone blind.
- Oy, - said aunt Brokha, -
What has become of my Rosa!
Our goat has lost her milk from fright!
May the one who did this evil
Be exactly just as lucky!
- Do not shout, do not cry,
We shall hold judgment on this thing
And the guilty will be punished, -
The Wise men told the people.
And they sat, discussed, debated
Seven nights and days not stopping.
Deciding finally: the beggar
Is to be blamed for this fight.
Blind Gersh has been brought in.
He stands before the court.
The wisest of the Wise
Rises with difficulty:
- Why have you spread the crumbs? -
He asks the beggar.
- I am blind, and people see, -
Gersh has calmly then replied.
- I am blind, and people see.
If my sack has worn down,
Why has noone taken the trouble
To tell me about it?
- He is blind, and people see! -
All has said, in sing-song voice.
The Wisest of the wise men
Has judged, putting on his glasses:
- Gersh is, clearly, not to blame,
And we cannot blame the people.
The torn sack is guilty -
Here it is, is the real culprit! -
But then Itzik-Ber the shaggy
Said: - It is wrong.
How can you judge the sack,
When it is the hole that's guilty? -
All have sang: - The hole is guilty! -
But Reb-Volf has cried: - Quiet!
The hole is not to blame.
It was eaten by the mice! -
All have sang: - The mice, the mice! -
But the Wise Reb-Yoshke said:
- How are the mice to blame,
If the cats do not catch them? -
All have sang: - The cats, the cats! -
But Reb-Leib has said: "However,
It is the local dog who
Gives the cats no peace and rest. -
The wisest of the Wise
Has concluded at that: - Let us
stop here! Guilty. Get the dog.
Bring it before the court.
They have looked everywhere. No dog.
And in town people tell them:
- It seems, the dog has died
About two days ago.
And the wisest has in anger
Bumped his stick: - Find
The place where the dog is buried!
Dig it out and punish it.
The people walk around with shovels,
They have dug up every yard.
The place where the dog is buried
Is not known to this day.