LL-L "Members' news" 2007.10.02 (07) [E/LS]

[Lowlands-L List]

L O W L A N D S - L  -  02 October 2007 - Volume 07
Song Contest: lowlands-l.net/contest/ (- 31 Dec. 2007)
=========================================================================

From: Arend Victorie <victorie.a at home.nl>
Subject: Jan

Beste Leeglaanders

Op twee oktober om 1.50 uur is in verzörgingstehuus "De Luwte" aoverleden
onze lieve breur en zwaoger Jan Victorie.

Wij hebt Jan op zijn aovertocht ten dienste maggen staon en hum de reize zo
licht meugekijk emaakt.

Wake, the silver dusk returning,
Up the beach of darkness brims
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.

Wake, the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters,
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

Arend en Jettie Victorie,
kiender en kleinkiender.
----------

From: R. F. Hahn < sassisch at yahoo.com>
Subject: Members' news

Dear Arend,

Thank you for sharing with us the sad news of your brother Jan's passing
away at 1:50 a.m. today.

It was only a few days ago that you shared the news of the difficult task of
taking him to a hospice:

Low Saxon: lowlands-l.net/gallery/victorie_jan.php
German: lowlands-l.net/gallery/victorie_jan-de.php
English: lowlands-l.net/gallery/victorie_jan-en.php

I am sure that I speak for many or all of your fellow Lowlanders when I
express condolences to you and your family and wish all of you strength as
well as comfort in happy memories in this difficult time.

Yours,
Reinhard/Ron

***

Min Jehann

Klaus Groth (1819-1899)

Ik wull, wi weern noch kleen, Jehann,
Do weer de Welt so grot!
Wi seten op den Steen, Jehann,
Weest noch? bi Nawers Sot.
An Heben seil de stille Maan,
Wi segen, wa he leep,
Un snacken, wa de Himmel hoch
Un wa de Sot wul deep.

Weest noch, wa still dat weer, Jehann?
Dar röhr keen Blatt an Bom.
So is dat nu ni mehr, Jehann,
As höchstens noch in Drom.
Och ne, wenn do de Scheper sung
Alleen, int wide Feld:
Ni wahr, Jehann? dat weer en Ton!
De eenzige op de Welt.

Mitünner inne Schummerntid
Denn ward mi so to Mod.
Denn löppt mi't langs den Rügg so hitt,
As domals bi den Sot.
Denn dreih ik mi so hasti um,
As weer ik nich alleen:
Doch allens, wat ik finn, Jehann,
Dat is – ik sta un ween.

----

My Jehann

Translation: R. F. Hahn

I wish we were still small, Jehann.
How big the world was then!
We sat there on that rock, Jehann.
You know? By Neighbor's well?
The moon sailed gently 'cross the sky.
Our eyes followed its sweep.
We talked about the heaven high
And 'bout the well so deep.

Remember how still it was, Jehann?
Not a single leaf did stir.
All that has changed meanwhile, Jehann,
Though perhaps not in our dreams.
Oh, boy! When then the shepherd sang
Alone out on the field!
That was some sound, wasn't it, Jehann?
None like it in the world.

Sometimes during twilight time
I'm touched by some strange mood.
It runnels down my back all hot
As it did then by the well.
Then hastily I turn around
As if I weren't alone.
But all that I can find, Jehann,
Is that I stand and weep.

lowlands-l.net/groth/jehann.htm
-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <http://listserv.linguistlist.org/pipermail/lowlands-l/attachments/20071002/8e7bca4e/attachment.htm>