Tuesday, September 10, 2019

THE TALE OF CAEDMON


  

                                                       
               
                          
                      Translated version of Caedmon's Hymn in modern English
                      
      
                                    
                                             Whitby Abbey, Norfolkshire

                   
   
           “Like tongueless Philomel or drunken sot

            With foolish brain and soul here I retire

             A proper place for me this stable

            Where jades and palfreys perk their fine-cut ears

             And hear in thrill the twang of lyre and harp

             Attuned to pleasant paeans and prayers meet;

             While I like a lamb with low-bent shame

             Came here to escape my turn in feast, to strum

             And sing among the Northumbrian friars

             And monks: how ignorance downright derides

             My human form? Thoughts! Come like ocean waves

             And dash my solid ignorance to pieces and light

             My heart with sparkling colors of harmony!

             Let my expression stretch like Aeolian lyre

             Upon which feelings dance with elfin ease;

             No hope; here let me rest alone with these beasts

             Till the ceremony ends with blessings great

             Till all guests go to their cells with serene looks.

             Peace! Close my eyes in soft-bedded slumber.”

             So spake Caedmon with passion-stricken tone

             And slept like a babe tired with weeping cries;

             An angel appeared with starry shining crown

             Beating her wings that shimmered with opal shades

             Her feet hovered in air with heavenly fragrance;

            “Caedmon! She whispered, “Sing me a song.”

             Music flowed from her lips as Caedmon’s eyes

              Like anxious crystal goblets caught them fresh

              As tears swelled with joy as from Pamphian wells;

              Dumb with surprise and wonder he stared; nothing

              He sensed, a living soul wrung from this mortal coil

              Absorbing the melodious voice with rapt attention.

             “Caedmon!” she said, “Be of good cheer, despair thou not

              Wake up thy soul, the gay lark of eternal melodies

              That slumbered long and feast thy heart with pious thoughts

              Sweeter than dryads' and the music of the spheres

              Thou wilt sing of God’s wonderful creation ;

              Sing of heaven and created beings on earth

              Sing of Adam and Eve whom God loved most

              Sing of devil’s temptation and gospels divine

              Sing of the prophet who trod on the Red sea

              Sing of Noah, Abraham, David and Jacob great

              Sing of Joseph’s son and his benevolent promise

              Sing of Lord’s divine healing acts and deeds

              Who walked through dry desert and fasted forty days

              Who journeyed through Jordan and Galilee

              And healed the sinners that sought his refuge

              From Judea, Jericho, Tyre and Sidon;

              Sing of the holy bread and wine and betrayal gross

              Sing of Lord’s passion and pity on Calvary cross;

              The Savior in blood-soaked robes with thorned crown

              Sing of Lord rising again with lightning-clothes

              Like a dove soaring towards His highest abode;

              Rise, Caedmon, rise! Distill thy thoughts

              To sweetest spicy celestial springs

              Still many more ages will take to see

              A seer like thee to sing of glories divine

              In people’s tongue with native melodies mixt

              In organic numbers to illumine noble truths.”

              Wonder-struck by this vision or celestial dream

              Clearly imprinted the angel’s voice and words

              Caedmon hastened to meet his patroness and guide

              The gentle Hilda to convey the blessed gift he got

              To be the singer of sacred verse and praise the Lord

              His ever flowing mercy, glorious acts and deeds.

                    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   Note : Caedmon was the earliest writer of Old English literature who lived in seventh century according to Bede’s “Ecclesiastical History of the English people” written in Latin. He translated “Caedmon’s Hymn” from Northumbrian into Latin and praised him as the most inspiring writer of the sacred verse. Unfortunately most of the poems written by Caedmon are not found. But according to Bede Caedmon wrote on Christian themes like creation of the world, origin of Man, Exodus, Jesus’ incarnation, Resurrection, preaching of apostles, terrors of future judgment, pains of hell and delights of heaven. Francis Junius published “Caedmon’s Manuscript”(1655) which contains many poems on themes mentioned above. Probably some of these poems might be the work of Caedmon. Caedmon became a lay member of the monastery in his later life and he was not well-educated. But in his vision an angel appeared and blessed him with the gift of composing songs. Caedmon later became a monk and spent the rest of his life in  Whitby monastery till he passed away peacefully in 680 A.D.
     
       
   Philomel = A princess of Athens who was raped by her sister’s husband, Tereus, king of Thrace. To prevent her from speaking about his act, he cut off her tongue. But Philomela took revenge on him and transformed herself into a nightingale by the intervention of gods.

   Sot= a habitual drunkard.

   Palfrey= a saddle horse

   Aeolian lyre= a harp whose strings produce music when wind
   passes over them.

   Pamphian wells = wells in the ancient region of Aetolia
   near Corinth.

   Noah= A devotee of Lord who built a ship and saved mankind and
   all living creatures from extinction during the floods.    

   Abraham= a Jewish prophet who led his countrymen from
   Mesopotamia to the promised land of Canaan.

   David= second king of ancient Israel. He was the father of
   King Solomon who expanded the empire that David built.  

   Jacob = son of Issac and father of the twelve patriarchs of Israel  

   Who trod on Red Sea= Moses who led Jews from Egypt through
    Red Sea.

   Joseph’s son= Jesus Christ   
  
  Sidon and Tyre= cities located in modern Lebanon. Crowds from
  Tyre and Sidon came to listen to Jesus’ preachings (Mark 3:7-8)  

  Passion= suffering of Christ on the cross.       

  Jericho= a Palestian city on the West Bank in the Jordan valley. 

  Judea= the Biblical name for the region of Bethlehem in the
  West bank.

  Calvary= the hill near Jerusalem on which Jesus was crucified.   
 
   Gentle Hilda = A Christian saint (614-680 A.D.) who founded the
   monastery at Whitby.

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   10th september, 2019                                                Somaseshu Gutala
          

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