“Disputa”, din “Melodiile ebraice” de Heinrich Heine

 

Se poarta tot felul de polemici in Romania. Se fac insinuari, se produc probe si anti-probe, se lanseaza ipoteze si contra-ipoteze. Se compun, se desfac, se refac biografii. Se fac marturisiri din zona iubirilor tradate. Fosti camarazi de iluzii anti-anticomuniste se despart cu induiosatoare acuzatii reciproce. Unii ajung sa constate ca anticomunismul liberal-civic este legitim si afla cu stupoare ca au petrecut vacante spirituale in compania unor personaje pentru care lucrurile stau pe dos si care vad in  acest demers si in aceasta viziune tot ce pot ei/ele detesta mai mult, mai tare si mai intens.

Pe forumuri mai mult sau mai putin obscure, adeseori nu tocmai salubre, isi dau cu presupusul diversi ignari cu tupeu, in cautare de o indeletnicire care sa le permita diseminarea publica a bilei lor eterne. Mi-am reamintit de un poem genial al lui Heine, tradus, daca nu ma insel, de Iosif Cassian Matasaru, tatal Ninei. Era o talmacire superba.  L-am citit si recitit, este si azi  unul din poemele mele favorite.  Cum nu am acces la editia romaneasca, voi folosi una engleza. Nu cred ca este nevoie de niciun comentariu. Fraza finala in romaneste, daca memoria nu ma inseala, suna astfel: “Caci si rabin si calugar/Deopotriva ei doi put”.

“Welcher recht hat, weiß ich nich/Doch es will mich schier bedünken/Daß der Rabbi und der Mönch/Daß sie alle beide stinken.”

So with insult and in earnest
Raged the fight for God and creed,
But the champions quite vainly
Storm and scold and pant and plead.

They have fought twelve hours already ;
Still remote the end desired ;
And the audience has grown weary,
And the women hot and tired.

Even the Court is now impatient ;
Ladies try to yawn unseen ;
And the king, Don Pedro, turning,
Puts the question to the queen :

” Tell me frankly what opinion
You have come to ; who is right ?
Has the monk or has the Rabbi
Won the honours of the fight ? ”

Donna Blanca gazes puzzled ;
Fingers twined, as if in thought,
Presses hard against her forehead,
Then she answers, as besought :


” Which is right,” she says, ” I know not.
But there’s one thing I can tell :
I am sure both monk and Rabbi
Have a most offensive smell.”

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