A parody of the Havdalah (and Yom Kippur) piyyuṭ HaMavdil for Purim from the 16th century, found in Israel Davidson’s classic work Parody in Jewish Literature (1907). Despite the acrostic signature, I didn’t write it I swear!
| Source (Hebrew) | Translation (English) | Rhyming Translation (English, Davidson 1907) |
|---|---|---|
הַמַּבְדִּיל בֵּין־כִּפּוּר לְפוּרִים שֶׁשּׂוֹנֵא אֶת־הַנְּזִירִים וְאוֹהֵב אֶת־הַשִּׁכּוֹרִים הַצּוֹעֲקִים בַּלָּֽיְלָה׃ |
May the One who distinguishes between Yom Kippur and Purim, who hates the nazirites[1] Who are required to abstain from wine and loves the drunkards shouting all night… |
Here’s to him who flings aside The cup of penitence at Purim tide, And fees the hermits with drunkards to bide Howling through the night. |
יַֽׄיִן אָדֹם אָהַֽבְתִּי וְגַם עִם־לָבָן גַּֽרְתִּי וְשׁוֹתֶה מַֽיִם שָׂנֵֽאתִי כָּאֲפֵלָה וּכְאִשּׁוֹן לָֽיְלָה׃ |
Red wine I love, but I can live with white.[2] A pun on Jacob’s statement (in Gen. 32:4) upon returning home, “I have lived with Lavan” — whose name literally means “white.” And drinking water I hate, like gloom and like the black of night. |
Red wine I prize as meed, White wine is good in time of need, But the water-drinker I hate, indeed, As the dense darkness of the night; |
צְׄעָקָה וּדְמָעוֹת אוֹרִֽידָה[3] Printed: ירדה — emendation Davidson’s. בִּרְאוֹתִי מַֽיִם בִּסְעוּדָה הָבִֽיאוּ לִי עֶשְׂרִים מִדָּה אוּלַי יַסְפִּיקוּן לִי הַלָּֽיְלָה׃ |
Shouting, tears I shed when I see water at a feast. Bring me twenty measures! Perhaps that will be enough for me tonight. |
I cry, and tears I shed If on water I am fed; O, for twenty measures of sparkling red To quench my thirst to-night. |
חֵׄן וָחֶֽסֶד יֻתַּן לָרָעִים[4] Printed: להם — emendation Davidson’s. אִם־תּוֹסִֽיפוּ יַֽיִן בַּגְּבִיעִים עִם־כּוֹסוֹת שֵׁכָר מְלֵאִים אוּלַי נִשְׁכְּרָה זֶה הַלָּֽיְלָה׃ |
Grace and mercy will be given to the wicked if you increase wine in goblets along with full cups of liquor — perhaps we will get drunk this very night. |
Your praise, my friends, aloud I’ll cry If ne’er the wine in my cup go dry. With brimful jugs of beer we’ll try To get drunk to-night. |
קְׄדֻשָּׁה אֲלַמֶּדְכֶם חֲכָמִים הַטּוּ אׇזְנְכֶם בַּעֲרוּ מַֽיִם מִבָּתֵּיכֶם כִּי הֵם חֲשׁוּבִים כַּלָּֽיְלָה׃ |
Holiness I will teach you; sages, incline your ears — remove water from your homes, for it is considered like night! |
A holy deed I teach you, hear! Men of wisdom incline your ear! Keep your houses of water clear, ‘Tis as bad as the night. |
חִׄזְׄקׄוּ נְבוֹנִים וַחֲכָמִים בִּזְכוּת נֹחַ אִישׁ תָּמִים אֲשֶׁר נָטַע כְּרָמִים לְשִׁכְרוּת בַּיּוֹם וּבַלָּיְלָה׃׃ |
Be strong, scholars and sages, in the merit of Noaḥ the upright man, who planted vineyards to get drunk by day and by night. |
Summon courage men of lore For Noaḥ’s sake, the Righteous of yore, Who planted vineyards, unknown before, To drink by day and night. |
By a 16th century paytan named Yitsḥaq, this is a Purim parody of the Havdalah (and Yom Kippur) piyyuṭ “HaMavdil,” found in Israel Davidson’s Parody in Jewish Literature (1907), pp. 36-37.
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