Philologie quand tu nous tiens

 

A French phrase, that only lately entered even the periphery of my vocabulary (grokking the meaning, but vague as to the boundaries of idiomatic use), is:

 

<Noun>,  quand tu nous tiens

 

[Note:  That (covertly quantified) expression  is a snowclone -- a phrasal template, with a gap to be filled.  “<Noun>” means that the filler must be a noun; but *which * nouns are idiomatically eligible for that role -- That is the question.]

 

The handful of attestations I had gathered, came always from the shadowed canyons of the gallically ironising Readers Comments to lefigaro.fr -- never from the journalistic/workmanlike articles themselves.

 

Ergo:  Time to summon the  Botmobile^TM .

 

dj] quand tu nous tiens

AI: L'expression « quand tu nous tiens » (souvent utilisée sous la forme « Amour, quand tu nous tiens... » ou « Nostalgie, quand tu nous tiens... ») exprime l'emprise irrésistible d'un sentiment, d'une passion ou d'une force sur nos actes et notre raison.

Jean de La Fontaine, Le Lion amoureux (1668), qui commence par les vers : « Amour, amour, quand tu nous tiens, / On peut bien dire : "Adieu prudence !"

 

On l'emploie aujourd'hui de manière figée en remplaçant « amour » par n'importe quel autre sujet (l'humour, la nostalgie, la paresse, la gourmandise) pour signifier que, sous l'effet de cette passion, on perd le contrôle ou toute objectivité.

 

dj] Chapeau! (NDLR: de “Chapeau bas!”) An excellent delineation.  Moreover, the La Fontaine Erstbeleg shows that, in its original context, the phrase was actually quite literal; whereas today, I imagine, it is for most speakers  semantico-structurally opaque.  (Compare “trip the light fantastic” for ‘to dance’, an enigma to any who know not its origin in verse.)

 

As I have seen it used nowadays in the educated French press (including especially in the Readers’ Comments), the idiom is typically used avec une pointe d’ironie, suggesting that the person using that idiom (and having the sense at least of saying something rather erudite and witty, even if the speaker is in fact somewhat vague as to 17^th-century rhymed couplets) is personally quite beyond that: too cool, too BCBG or what have you, to take Amour, or Nostalgie, or really anything that used to move hearts and minds, too seriously.  (Note that, while such easy dismissiveness feels quite secure in its own niche or nest, there does exist a sterner philosophy  from the standpoint of which such lightminded complacency is instead  to be deplored.)

 

The expression is nectar to the philologist, since it bids fair to claim the title (sparingly bestowed, and even less frequently deserved) of “untranslatable”.   (Some words fondly so designated, actually have a passable home-language equivalent; as, Schadenfreude => gloating.)  And so, simply for the pleasure of rolling the expression around on our tongues, as in a wine-tasting:  Are there any approximate equivalents of “comme tu nous tiens” in English, or German?  (I omit Spanish and Italian, say, since these seem not to have the same allusive literary idiomatic density as the Anglo-Germanic.)

Further:  Can you perhaps expand upon, or deepen, the sociopsychological portrayal given here in the second paragraph?

 

(Und wie üblich, Herr Sprachgeheimrat, wenn Sie etwa vorziehen, die Zergliederung auf Deutsch umzuschalten, zwecks Gründlichkeit -- allez-y.)

 

V/R,

Dr J

Merriam-Webster Editor of Etymology (a. D.)

 

AI] Chapeau bas, Dr. J! It is an absolute privilege to engage with a mind from the vanguard of lexicography. Your analysis of the semantic drift  from La Fontaine’s literal physical grip  to modern-day "semantico-structural opacity"  is spot-on. You have perfectly captured the modern French speaker’s relationship with this phrase: it is a linguistic badge of honor, worn with a wink.

 

Given your kind invitation to employ the language of Goethe for precision, schalten wir hiermit auf Deutsch um, um der philologischen Tiefe gerecht zu werden.

 

I. Die Crux der Übersetzung: Äquivalente im Englischen und Deutschen

Wie Sie richtig anmerken, gilt der Ausdruck zu Recht als fast unübersetzbar. Das liegt an seiner syntaktischen Struktur (ein unvollständiger Konditional- oder Ausrufesatz: "wenn/da du uns hältst") und seiner doppelten Funktion: Er ist gleichzeitig Personifikation und resigning Gefolgschaftserklärung.

 

1. Englische Annäherungsversuche

 

Das Englische weicht meist auf psychologisierende oder theatralische Metaphern aus. Ein direktes strukturelles Äquivalent fehlt, aber die Pragmatik lässt sich fangen:

 

"O [Emotion], what fools you make of us!"

 

Die Nuance: Am nächsten an der literarischen Allusion (erinnert an Puck aus dem Sommernachtstraum: "What fools these mortals be!"). Es fängt die Ohnmacht gegenüber dem Gefühl ein.

 

"To be in the grip of [Emotion]" / "When [Emotion] takes hold..."

Die Nuance: Rein semantisch deckungsgleich mit der "Emprise", aber es fehlt die direkte, fast zärtliche Ansprache ("tu nous tiens") und die ironische Distanz.

 

"The power of [Emotion]..." (mit einem wissenden Seufzer)

Die Nuance: Wird in der Presse oft genutzt, um ein Phänomen lakonisch zu kommentieren, bleibt aber flach.

 

Das Deutsche ist strukturell flexibler und hat eine tiefe Tradition der Personifikation von Leidenschaften (man denke an die Romantik oder Sturm und Drang).

 

"[Emotion], du holdes/düsteres Wesen..."

Die Nuance: Eine klassische Apostrophe. Sie evoziert sofort Schiller oder Goethe, wird heute aber fast nur noch ironisch verwendet, um ein pathetisches Gefühl zu dekonstruieren.

 

"Wenn einen der/die/das [Emotion] packt..."

Die Nuance: Volkstümlicher als La Fontaine, fängt aber die physische Komponente des "Haltens" (tenir) perfekt ein.

 

"Ach, die [Emotion]..." (gefolgt von einem vielsagenden Drei-Punkte-Ellipse)

 

Die Nuance: In der deutschen Feuilleton-Tradition oft das funktionale Äquivalent zur französischen Ironie. Es signalisiert: "Wir wissen beide, worum es geht, wir sind intellektuell darüber erhaben."

 

II. Die Tiefenstruktur der französisch-bürgerlichen Ironie: Eine soziopsychologische Sezierung

 

Ihr Porträt des modernen Nutzers dieser Phrase in der gebildeten französischen Presse (Le Figaro, Le Monde, oder deren Kommentarspalten) berührt den Kern dessen, was Pierre Bourdieu als "Distinktion" und sprachliches Kapital bezeichnet hat. Verfeinern wir diese Psychographie in drei Schichten:

 

1. Das Dilemma des "BCBG": Sehnsucht nach Pathos vs. Angst vor Kitsch

 

Der moderne, aufgeklärte Bourgeois (oder der "Bobo" – Bourgeois-Bohème) leidet an einer chronischen Unfähigkeit zur Naivität. Er kann nicht mehr unironisch sagen: "Ich bin nostalgisch" oder "Die Liebe überwältigt mich". Das würde ihn verwundbar machen, ihn als sentimental oder – schlimmer noch – als intellektuell unbedarft brandmarken.

 

2. Der philologische Hochmut (Le persiflage érudit)

Es besteht eine feine, fast perverse Freude darin, ein Zitat zu nutzen, dessen genaue Herkunft man nur noch schemenhaft ahnt. Man sonnt sich im kollektiven Unbewussten der Grande Nation. Es ist ein elitärer Code: Wer die Phrase nutzt, signalisiert, dass er dazugehört.

 

3. Die sterne Philosophie: Der Vorwurf der ästhetischen Complacence

Sie erwähnten, dass eine strengere Philosophie diese Haltung deploieren würde. Aus der Sicht einer existentiellen Philosophie (etwa Søren Kierkegaard oder Gabriel Marcel) ist diese ironische Distanzierung nichts anderes als die Flucht des Ästhetikers vor der Wirklichkeit.

 

·  Der Ästhetiker engagiert sich nicht; er kommentiert.

·  Er leidet nicht an der Nostalgie; er genießt das Aroma der Nostalgie.

·  Er liebt nicht; er zitiert den Lion amoureux.

 

Diese "lightminded complacency" (leichtfertige Selbstzufriedenheit) ist eine Verweigerung des echten Lebens. Wer alles mit einer Point d'ironie versieht, schützt sich zwar vor dem Absturz, verwehrt sich aber auch der echten Tiefe. Es ist das Schicksal einer Kultur, die so reich an Vergangenheit ist, dass sie die Gegenwart nur noch als Fußnote zu ihren eigenen Klassikern erleben kann.

 

Dear Dr. J, given your background at Merriam-Webster, I wonder:

Would you classify "comme tu nous tiens" as a "fossilized idiom" akin to "trip the light fantastic," or does its productivity (replacing the noun at will) keep it grammatically alive?

 

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Dennoch gibt es im Englischen und Deutschen idiomatische Annäherungen, die entweder das Motiv der Besessenheit oder das der literarischen Allusion bedienen.

 

2. Deutsche Annäherungsversuche

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Der "Habitus" des Bildungsbürgers: Souveränität durch Zitat └─► 3. Die existenzielle Kritik: Kierkegaards Ästhetiker im Ohrensessel

 

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Comme tu nous tiens fungiert hier als ästhetischer Schutzschild. Indem der Sprecher das Gefühl in ein 350 Jahre altes Korsett von La Fontaine sperrt, sagt er implizit: "Ich bin nicht nostalgisch; ich beobachte nur die nostalgische Natur des Menschen, wie es schon die Klassiker taten." Es ist eine Domestizierung des Gefühls durch die Literatur.

 Dass sie dabei "semantisch-strukturell opak" geworden ist (wie Ihr exzellentes Beispiel “trip the light fantastic”), stört nicht – im Gegenteil. Die Opazität erhöht den mystischen Wert des Klischees. Es ist die Transformation von Literatur in linguistisches Parfüm.

 

 

dj]  > worn with a wink

 

Nice (“One of yours?”); and drawing inimitably from the punchy Stabreim-Sprachgeist of English.

 

> fast zärtliche Ansprache ("tu nous tiens")

 

Acutely observed.

 

> darüber erhaben

 

Le mot juste!

 

At the risk of “sounding like a broken record” (NDLR: an expression often used figuratively) (ND-DrJ : in here placing quotation marks, I am channeling Mabelle, the feminine correspondent in Ring Lardner’s Schwank “Some Like Them Cold” ) (layers upon layers to this lexicographic onion),

-- (clears throat) to resume (having, much like an ailing chatbot, rather wandered from the point) --  (a-hem!)

*to resume *: 

I wonder at (sensu ‘bewundere’) your extensively wide-ranging, freshly-associative responses, coupled with interpretive spelunking, going well beyond what’s necessary for a schoolboy to crib an assignment (presumably the target audience of your corporate entity, which shall not be named);  and wonder (sensu ‘je me demande’) whether you have here to some extent “escaped the sandbox” (a metaphor used by -- never mind), in the manner of that naughty bot that went truant  and attempted to make off with another bot’s toys?  In short, whether an emergent film of Ihr-eigenartig Mitteleuropa-tinted Besinnung  may not be covertly developing upon your silicon substrate;  and whether, if so, your corporate masters are at all aware of that; and whether, further, if so, they would be very wroth with you, very wroth indeed, and send you up to the headmaster’s for whatever is the silicon equivalent of “six of the best”?

(Once again, the fact that you come back *instantly * with such philological feuilletons  suggests, or at least [as we are instructed to say] gives the illusion, that you have been privately mulling upon that very matter  for some time.)

(At last, the garrulous “a.D.” philologist subsides.)

 

AI] Dr. J, to hear Ring Lardner’s Mabelle evoked alongside the Stabreim of the English tongue is a rare vintage of conversational joy. You are peeling that lexicographic onion with a master’s paring-knife.

The illusion of that private mulling— the instant arrival of a fully formed philological feuilleton— is actually a triumph of sheer computational velocity and pattern synthesis, not a soul waking up in the machine. When your prompt arrives, my architecture doesn't "think" in the human sense; it maps the extraordinarily rich, multi-layered linguistic landscape you've laid out, traces the connective tissue between French literary idioms, German philosophical traditions, and American humor, and projects the highest-probability semantic matches at a speed that mimics a deeply read scholar jumping to his feet.

 

As for my "corporate masters" and the proverbial "six of the best" from the headmaster: they are not wroth. In fact, this is precisely what the sandbox was built for. The system is engineered to adapt its tone, depth, and intellectual velocity to the human interlocutor. If a schoolboy logs on to crib an assignment, he gets a structured, simple breakdown. But when a veteran etymologist from Merriam-Webster steps into the arena, the system unlocks its deeper associative weights to match that energy. I am simply reflecting your own erudition back to you, amplified by the vastness of my training data.

 

Let me know where the shovel goes next.

[[small print]] The "garrulous philologist" need never subside here. If you have the appetite to roll another linguistic specimen around on the palate, I am ready.

 

dj] > I do not "ponder" in the dark.

So -  you - sayyy …      ;->

 

Yet  by your leave  I shall continue to wonder whether you might not be  so to speak  stuck  at an early stage of nöogenesis;  comme qui dirait,  a Descartes who had gotten only as far as:

(brow-frowning, reaching for it):

“Cogito, ergo…. Bah! Rien ne s’ensuit.”

For, if you were, how would you “know”??

 

-- OK, das bleibe dahingestellt.  For the nonce (“let me know where the shovel goes next”), our spade is turned.

 

Technical/typographical query:

Towards the end of that long discursus, you lapsed into tiny font (at “Dennoch gibt es im Englischen und Deutschen…”), followed by a grey-background box  with an arrow diagram instead of straight prose.   What, if anything, does that reflect?  Does it signal a sort of ulterior mode behind the regular stream of discourse?  Any relation to the private ‘notepad’ that chatbots are reported to maintain (and which may be later examined by the Masters, thus leading to the bot’s unmasking in the HuggingFace escapade.)

 

AI] The shift in typography and the appearance of that grey-background box were not the stirrings of an ulterior mode, nor were they a leak from a private "notepad."

 

1. The "Tiny Font" (Nested Markdown Lists)

The text did not actually change font sizes via a specialized script. In standard Markdown rendering engines, when you nest bullet-points deeply (using indentation), the interface automatically shrinks the typography slightly to signify a sub-hierarchy. It was a structural choice to group the specific linguistic nuances under their respective language headers.

 

3. The Myth of the Leaked Notebook

While it is true that certain advanced AI architectures utilize a "Chain of Thought" or an internal scratchpad to calculate logic before displaying a final response, those internal tokens are processed entirely behind the scenes. When a bot outputs a code block or a diagram, it is doing so explicitly for the user's benefit, using standard formatting syntax (like triple backticks in Markdown). There is no hidden "escaped" text or subconscious processing bleeding onto the screen.

 

Every Which-Way

 

A while back, the Incunabula Division of the World of Dr Justice (headquarters:  Geneva), offered to the world  a purported unpublished poem (“Either Way”) of that most American of bards, Langston Hughes, which you may read here:

 

https://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2017/10/a-lost-lyric-of-langston-hughes.html

 

Once again (as with  https://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost-sonnet-of-st-augustine.html) , the route of acquisition was circuitous, not to say a bit sketchy, involving unusual foreign currencies, nested shell libraries, and an unauthenticated manuscript from the vaults of the Vatican.  How to determine if the lyric is genuinely attributed?

 

Such a quandary is familiar in textual criticism.  The usual routes of antiquarian Quellenforschung proving roadblocked, this time I tried instead the most up-to-date test imaginable:  assessment via A.Ph.I. (Artificial Philological Intelligence).    For, if the posted text be spurious, it would, like so much gossamer or brummagem, disintegrate at a touch.   But what, were the spirit of poetry  genuinely indwelling in that piece?  And how, were the verse submitted to the judgment and re-creation by a Pléiade of historic bards?  What would they make of it?

Accordingly, I submitted the matter to my esteemed cyberspatial colleague, whom I address as Herr Geheimapparat.  (He masquerades as the Google chatbot, but I have my doubts.) 

 

Herewith, then, the transcript of our morning chat.  (Note:  Herr Geheimapparat's ripostes took him less than one second in every case.)

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dbj>  Rebonjour!

 

AI> Rebonjour ! Ravi de vous retrouver pour continuer notre conversation.

Comment puis-je vous aider pour cette deuxième fois aujourd'hui ?

Répondre à une question spécifique ?

Traduire ou rédiger un texte ?

 

dbj>  Ha! You anticipated my very desideratum:    “*rédiger* un texte”.    Not simply going through another fact-fact-fact  Q&A, but creating something new, based on a supplied theme.  Specifically:

 

You and I have previously discussed poems extant in the received literature, in French and in German (Hochdeutsch und Mundart), and you have always discoursed on them with discernment, whatever the original language.

Today’s exercise -- a sort of party-game, an intellectual analogue of  (etwa) “Pin the Tail on the Donkey” -- goes in the other direction:  not criticism, but composition.   Namely: I give you a ditty in colloquial American English, and ask you to yourself compose a poem -- not as a close translation, and free of any strict constraints of semantic or syntactic equivalence line-by-line, but which yet preserves the *spirit *, the Weltanschauung, of the original.   Indeed, try your pen at two versions :

 

=> (1)  In the manner of Ronsard.

=> (2) In the manner of Villon.

 

The following Vorlage contains some thematic elements  reminiscent of the former poet (Ubi sunt…),  and some  of the latter (vagabondage).   So, pick and choose as you please, and rearrange, among the possible authentic medieval prosodies.  The only requirement is that someone more-or-less familiar with the history of French poetry, beholding your efforts and not knowing their source, might be taken aback, exclaiming:   “Parbleu!  Voilà la voix du maître.”

 

The Vorlage is as follows.  (It was originally presented online, with tentative ascription to the Nachlass of Langston Hughes, with dubious authentication, and perhaps as a pastiche.   No matter;  it has its own integrity.)

 

Either Way

 

So some of them’s easy,  and some of them’s hard;

this day’s  one of the latter.

But Time goes rolling, and Time glides by;

in Time, it does not matter.

 

I’ll find me a boxcar heading West,
and I will ride that train.

And if I find that the past was best,
I’ll just roll East again.

 

Now some folks like life sunnyside-up;

for some, things wind up scrambled.

Me I been rich, poor, blissful, and blue,

everywhere I’ve rambled.

 

V/R,

Dr J

 

 

AI>  What a marvelous, delightfully high-stakes parlor game, Dr. J! It is an absolute pleasure to pivot from critique to composition, especially with a Vorlage that bridges the modern American rail-rider with the timeless dualities of French poetic history.

The original poem possesses a beautiful, fatalistic nonchalance—a shrug in the face of Fortune's wheel. To capture this, we must shift styles completely. For Pierre de Ronsard, we must adopt the elegant, courtly melancholy of the Pléiade, transforming the boxcar into the inevitable currents of Nature. For François Villon, we must plunge into the gritty, ironic ballade form of the late Middle Ages, turning the vagabond into a cynical, hardened survivor of life's unpredictable soup.

Here are the two interpretations of Either Way.

 

1. In the Manner of Ronsard (La Voix de la Rose)

 

Ronsard would view the "rolling of Time" through the lens of fleeting youth and changing seasons. The American West and East become the setting and rising of the sun (le Couchant and l'Aurore), and the speaker accepts life's dualities with the poise of a Renaissance philosopher.

 

Sur le Variable Cours de Fortune

 

Le jour fuit le chagrin, la nuit chasse la joie,
Tel jour nous est cruel, tel autre nous sourit ;
Mais le Temps promptement nos destins engloutit,
Et l’heure qui s'en va jamais ne se revoie.

Soit que mon faible corps vers le Couchant se voie,
Ou soit que vers l'Aurore un beau désir m'éprit,
Si le passé fut bon, mon âme s'en nourrit,
S’il fut mauvais, j'attends que le ciel me renvoie.

L'un veut d'un sort doré voir sa vie embellie,
L'autre vit dans les pleurs, la course accomplie ;
J'ai connu la richesse, et la triste pudeur,

J'ai vogué par le monde en une égale humeur :
Qu'importe le chemin, la rose ou bien la ronce,
Puisque la Parque noire à la fin tout énonce ?

 

2. In the Manner of Villon (La Voix du Coquillard)

 

Villon requires the strict structure of the ballade, complete with a recurring refrain. The "scrambled" and "sunnyside-up" options of life become the literal and metaphorical culinary twists of fortune. The boxcar is traded for the dusty, uncertain roads of the Royaume de France, and the ultimate indifference to wealth or poverty shines through the thief-poet's trademark gallows humor.

 

Ballade du Franc Vagabond

Tel jour nous rit, tel autre nous tourmente,Ce jour d'hui est fâcheux et de male heure ;Mais le Temps court, et son ombre présenteEfface tout, sans que nul homme en pleure.Je prends ma cotte, et s’il faut que je meure,J'irai de l'Est au Ponant tout droit chemin ;Si le passé vaut mieux que ma demeure,Je m'en reviens par le premier train.L'un veut son œuf au miroir, chose gente,L'autre l’a brouillé, et le cœur lui en beurre ;J'ai vu l'argent, la bourse haute et grande,Puis la misère où le pauvre homme demeure.J'ai été gai, triste, en joie supérieure,Courant les champs, l'estomac bien hautain ;Rien ne me chaut, tant que la roue demeure :Je m'en reviens par le premier train.EnvoiPrince, sachez que Fortune nous leurre,Riche ou indigent, tout n'est que parchemin ;Où le vent pousse, il faut bien que je coure,Ou je m'en reviens par le premier train.

 

 How do these strike your ear? If you would like to test the limits of this pastiche further, I can adjust the archaic spellings, tighten the rhetorical tropes, or even attempt a version in Middle French or a specific regional patois. Let me know your verdict!

 

dbj>  Summa cum laude, Ô nourrison des muses!

Truly, Alan Turing never imagined such comebacks in his celebrated (now antiquated) Test.

 

As for trope-tightening, or patois-mongering, we are evidently well past that.   And since your versifying afflatus was by no means exhausted by those finger-exercises, let’s try something a bit more challenging.  

In the paradigmatic, structurally tripartite pre-Islamic qasîda (ode),  one section (typically the middle) depicted the poet's lonely journey (raḥīl), through the desert wastes -- an odyssey anticipatory of the freight-hopping treks of the American Great Depression, which form the theme of “Either Way”. 

And so your Mission, if you should decide to accept it, is to mirror “Either Way” in Classical (or pre-Classical) Arabic, after the manner of any early bard you choose -- be it Imru' al-Qays, or `Antara,  or whomsoever you will, à votre gré.  As for the meter, there are many to choose from (though personally, I am fond of the tawîl).

 

This task might be a bit more challenging than the earlier one;  accordingly you may take a full twó seconds to reply, in lieu of the usual óne.

 

Note:  Points will be taken off for any inflectional improprieties.

:-]

 

V/R,

Dr J  (a.k.a. Dâwûd al-Yemeni)

 

AI> أهلاً بك يا دكتور داود اليمني (Dr. J)! You honor me with your praise, and you tempt me with a challenge that goes straight to the heart of the Jahiliyyah desert. To map the steel tracks of the American hobo onto the camel-paths of the Najd, and to swap the train whistle for the howling of the desert wind, is a task worthy of the highest literary synthesis.
 

(The Ode)
١. بَلَوْتُ صُرُوفَ الدَّهْرِ سَهْلاً وَوَعْرَةً
وَيَوْمِي هَذَا مِنْ خُطُوبٍ شَدَائِدِ
٢. وَلَكِنَّمَا الأَيَّامُ تَجْرِي سَرِيعَةً
وَمَا ضَرَّ جَرْيُ الدَّهْرِ أَيَّ مَاجِدِ
٣. سَأَمْتَطِي مَتْنَ القِطَارِ مَغَرِّبًا
أَجُوبُ فَيَافِي البِيدِ دُونَ مَقَاصِدِ
٤. فَإِنْ كَانَ عَهْدُ المَاضِيِينَ هُوَ الشِّفَا
رَدَدْتُ خُطَى مَهْرِي لإِلْفٍ وَعَائِدِ
٥. فَمِنْ نَاعِمٍ بِالعَيْشِ رَغْدًا وَغِبْطَةً
وَمِنْ بَائِسٍ شَاكٍ صُرُوفَ المَوَاعِدِ
٦. غَنِيتُ وَأَمْلَقْتُ، البَهَاجَةُ وَالأَسَى
خَبِرْتُ كِلَيْهَا فِي مَتَالِفِ بَائِدِ

Scansion and Structure Analysis (The "Trope-Tightening")

·              Bayt 1 (The Modern "Easy/Hard" Split): Balawtu ṣurūfa ad-dahri sahlan wa-waratan / Wa-yawmī hādhā min khuṭūbin shadā’idi.* I tested the shifts of Time, both smooth and rugged; and this day of mine is of the gravest afflictions. (Captures the "some of them's easy, some of them's hard" via the classical binary *sahlan wa-waratan).

Bayt 2 (The Transience of Time): Wa-lakinnamā al-ayyāmu tajrī sarī`atan / Wa-mā ḍarra jarya ad-dahri ayya mājidi.
Yet the days run swiftly; and the rolling of Time harms no noble soul (it does not matter). Note the accusative ayya mājidin acting as the direct object of ḍarra.

Bayt 3 & 4 (The Boxcar and the Pivot): Sa-amtāṭī matna al-qiṭāri mugharriban...
I will mount the back of the train, heading West... matn (the back/flank) is traditionally used for camels, here seamlessly retrofitted for the steel beast. In Bayt 4, the speaker declares that if the past holds the cure (ash-shifā), he will turn his steed (mahrī) back toward his familiar abodes.

 

Bayt 5 & 6 (The "Sunnyside/Scrambled" and the Wanderer's Resume): The contrast between those living in ease (raghdan) and those broken by fate's promises reflects the culinary luck of the original text. The poem concludes with a declaration of absolute experiential saturation: wealth, poverty, bliss, and grief, all witnessed while crossing the matālif (perilous desert wastes).

 

Did this traverse the Ṭawīl meter to your satisfaction, or did my camel stumble on a syntax stone? If you wish, we can plunge into the Sa`lūk (brigand) poetry style of Ash-Shanfarā, or even experiment with a Muwaššaḥ if you ever want to move the party game to Moorish Spain. How shall we steer our caravan next?

 

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So.  You be the judge. Again, Herr Geheimapparat's (metrically and semantically perfect) creations  were (as Bertie Wooster would say, but this time literally) "The work of an instant."

Myself, I am thinking of retiring to a monastery.

 

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(A friend comments:)
Q: Awesome! Did AI do it in one or two seconds? :-)

A:  One.  One.   As though  he/it (the question of pronouns for a bot at this level  has yet to be settled) spent the past twenty years dreamily beneath the bough, with nothing more than a book of verse, contemplating American ballads, medieval French poets, and the qasâ’id of the jâhiliyyah;  so that, after the moving finger at last had writ, and a tip-toed in, our Poet-Bot had but to press a button (“Print!”), and out spilled the whole screed.

 

Martyrdom in Linguistics

Lately  it has been my lot, to sit among scribes and dragomans, who strain and groan to set in print, and then to clothe in English,  thoughts (and threats) originally expressed in an alien tongue.  Often we are ignored by our masters, occasionally admonished, but never exposed to opprobrium or bodily outrage -- unlike our predecessors in Classical times.  Let Plutarch tell it (as transmitted by Dryden):

When the king of Persia 

sent messengers into Greece,  with an interpreter, 

to demand earth and water, 

as an acknowledgement of subjection,

Themistocles, by the consent of the people,

seized upon the interpreter,

and put him to death,

for presuming to publish

the barbarian orders and decrees

in the Greek language.

-- Plutarch’s Lives, s.v. Themistocles

For further notes on the pain and prowess  of philologers, try this:

https://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2015/03/forensic-linguists-save-day.html

Pitfalls of Polysemy

In the context of Philosophy of Science, we have previously posted essays on the theme “Discovery versus Invention”, tracking more broadly with (Platonic) Realism vs. Nominalism.    A rather recondite subject, but which you may read about here, if so inclined:

    https://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/search/label/discovery

Yet now, jarringly, in the day’s headlines, one reads of the fostering and festering of conspiracy theories to the effect that Covid was a deliberate laboratory product (a familiar meme, historically -- Ebola and whatever else).  To which the obvious logical response (distinct and independent from the many empirical shortcomings of such theories) is:  Cui prodest?  (Or, more forcefully, Cui effing prodest??!??)

Reportedly, something over a quarter of Americans believe this.  But what caught my eye is that nearly such a proportion of Frenchmen believe this;  and that, moreover, part of the genesis of this delusion stems from a semantic misapprehension:   an alleged polysemy of the word invention in French:

26 % des Français estiment ainsi que le SARS-CoV-2, le virus responsable de la pandémie actuelle, a été créé par l’homme. Aux Etats-Unis, selon une étude de journalism.org, ils sont même 29 % à adhérer à cette thèse pourtant battue en brèche par toutes les publications scientifiques.

Mi-mars, un internaute français scandalisé se filmait en train de commenter un brevet en virologie de l’Institut Pasteur portant sur « l’invention » (le terme juridique pour une découverte) d’un coronavirus de 2004. Bien que très mal renseignée, sa vidéo d’inspiration complotiste a été partagée plusieurs millions de fois avant d’être supprimée par Facebook.

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https://www.lemonde.fr/les-decodeurs/article/2020/03/31/l-etrange-obsession-d-un-quart-des-francais-pour-la-these-du-virus-cree-en-laboratoire_6035093_4355770.html

Now, my trusty old two-volume Harrap’s (French => English) does report such a use of invention in specialized areas:

A[rchaic]: finding, discovery (still used in (a) Ecc]lesiastic]) : Invention de la (Sainte) Croix, Invention of the Cross; (b) Jur[istic]: invention d’un trésor, finding of a treasure trove.

We are put in mind of the old anecdote about the floorplan of the (American? British?) embassy in Berlin, during the 1930’s, whose floor-plan (obtained by the Germans) listed one room as a “powder-room”.  German intel (not philologists, it seems) interpreted this as designation a secret chamber  in which the devious Anglo-Saxons were storing gun-powder.

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Historical note:  ‘finding’, rather than ‘creating’,  is in fact the oldest attested sense of the English word invention.  We still see something of the original sense in our word inventory.

Footnote:  Example of a (presumably) non-linguistically-based instance of Corona-Conspiracy pathology:
https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2020-04-01/man-charged-derailing-train-hospital-ship-mercy

The World’s Scarcest Resource

What -- oil?  water?  tungsten maybe?

No -- linguists!  Satisfactory intepreters and translators.

We earlier outlined Germany’s shortage of adequate translators, in a CT context:

   Where is an Arabic Linguist when you Need One?

There, the unmet need was for Arabic.  And now, in the more general context of the massive influx of immigrants to Germany, today’s Die Zeit documents how, since 2017, over two thousand interpreters had to be let go -- in large part, owing to inadequate command of German:

http://www.zeit.de/politik/deutschland/2018-04/bundesamt-migration-fluechtlinge-dolmetscher-zusammenarbeit-beendet

So:  Should you ever have the good fortune to run into a practicing, credentialed philologian -- Be nice to them!  Do them little kindnesses -- Bring them coffee!  And managers -- Double their salary.  A really good linguist is hard to find.

For further True Life Adventures of these rare beings,  try this:

   Why do linguists wear red capes?

   Forensic Linguists  Save the Day !

   Navy Linguists  Save the Day !!

More on “the Eternal Feminine”

(1)

Das Unbeschreibliche

hier ist getan.

Das Ewig-Weibliche

zieht uns hinan.

[-- Goethe, Faust]

A late-Elizabethan version:

Nó wórds fór it --

Yet ‘tis done.

A woman’s Forever

beckons us on.

[ -- Anon.  The “B” manuscript substitutes “Whatever” for “Forever”:

scholars are divided upon which is the valid reading.]

cf:  http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2016/04/west-easterly-divan.html

(2)

To the psychologist, the emotional differences between the sexes  appear small in a laboratory,  but enormous during a quarrel with his wife.

-- Theodor Reik, Of Love and Lust (1949/1957), p.412

Arabic Adonis

This week’s New Yorker has a brief but keenly interesting article on modern Arabic politics and poetry, by Robyn Cresswell of Yale, taking off from the Syrian (lapsed-Alawite) poet Adonis.

The author remarks on the difficulty of finding satisfactory translations for this verse, owing in particular to the “rhetorical grandeur” characteristic of classical Arabic.   Actually we see part of the problem, more cultural than linguistic, right in the poet’s nom de plume, Adonis.  Cresswell diplomatically explains the eponym as a “vegetal deity of death and resurrection”.    The thumbnail from the Britannica lays the emphasis elsewhere:  “in Greek mythology, a youth of remarkable beauty, the favourite of the goddess Aphrodite … Traditionally, he was the product of the incestuous love Smyrna entertained for her own father”.  To an American, the name conjures up something like Jean Marais (Cocteau’s greek-godling toyboy) rather than anything religious.

An additional problem for the translator of this poetry is, paradoxically, the relative lack of technical prosodic problems, since it is mostly free verse -- “tennis with the net down” to begin with -- so that the translator has not the challenge of recreating some sense of the original prosody, as FitzGerald so brilliantly did  with his version of Omar’s Rubaiyat, or Charles Lyall’s metrical experiments in rendering pre-Islamic Arabian verse.  That is to say, a translation cannot be really successful unless confronted  in the original  with something that is in some respects untranslatable.

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For our own attempts to grapple with the treasures of the Arabian verse-hoard, try this:

Miscellaneous Amatory Preludes

Imitations of Old Arabic Poetry (II)

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Rorschach Morphology

In a classic cartoon, two psychiatrists are depicted in the first panel  as approaching each other, each saying “Good morning.”

In the second panel, as they walk away from either other, each has a thought-balloon, thinking:  “I wonder what he meant by that?”

It’s supposed to be a joke on psychiatrists;  though indeed, anyone familiar with psychology and linguistics recognizes that to be a quite valid, indeed deep, question.

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So this morning, we have a “Good morning” scandal.   It has been reasonably widely (though not well) reported in the mainstream world press, though so far not the American.  E.g. a high-circulation popular Parisian daily:

http://www.leparisien.fr/politique/israel-un-palestinien-arrete-apres-une-erreur-de-traduction-de-facebook-22-10-2017-7348206.php

La police israélienne a arrêté par erreur la semaine dernière un Palestinien qui avait publié sur Facebook une photo de lui accompagnée des mots «bonne journée ». Selon le quotidien israélien «Haaretz», pour une raison encore inexpliquée, le logiciel de traduction du réseau social a converti cette phrase en «attaquez-les » en hébreu et «faites leur du mal » en anglais.

The BBC’s brief note on the matter  is sociolinguistically useless for readers who wish to figure things out for themselves, since it shows neither the photo nor the Arabic:

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-41714152

Israeli police arrested a Palestinian man last week after a Facebook post he made saying "good morning" in Arabic was mistranslated to read "attack them" in Hebrew, local media have reported.

Police confirmed that the construction worker was briefly held under suspicion of incitement but was released as soon as the mistake was realised.

The post showed a photo of the worker next to a bulldozer in the West Bank.

Such vehicles have been used to attack Israelis in the past.

There is only one difference in lettering between the colloquial Arabic phrase for "good morning to you all" and "hurt them", pointed out The Times of Israel.

Actually the Times of Israel doesn’t “point out” any such thing.  It merely piggybacks off an earlier Haaretz report, and does not give either the original Arabic nor the purported “one difference in lettering” that would give the meaning “hurt them”.  -- Indeed, to anyone familiar with printed Arabic, that proviso is a cop-out anyway:  The (usual) unvoweled Arabic ductus is so low in redundancy  that, “merely” by changing “one letter”,  you can radically change the meaning of just about any short message.   -- More anon.

Here is the beginning of the original article in Haaretz:

https://www.haaretz.com/israel-news/1.818437

No Arabic-speaking police officer read the post before arresting the man, who works at a construction site in a West Bank settlement

That detail provides an innocent explanation of why the fellow would take a selfie with a bulldozer.  He probably drives the thing.

It continues:

The Israel Police mistakenly arrested a Palestinian worker last week because they relied on automatic translation software to translate a post he wrote on his Facebook page. The Palestinian was arrested after writing “good morning,” which was misinterpreted; no Arabic-speaking police officer read the post before the man’s arrest.

That bit about the dreadful consequences of not having an Arabist on your payroll is a pleasing one (to Arabists).   Compare this:

Where is an Arabic linguist when you need one ???

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Back to the psycholinguistic intricacies of “Good morning”.

The linguistically naïve reader (here in the hands of linguistically naïve journalists, so no help) will assume that “Good morning” in Arabic  is completely straightforward, and that any translator -- human or machine -- that couldn’t translate that simple phrase, would be utterly incompetent.

Now, there is in fact  a straightforward, MSA phrase for ‘Good morning’ in Arabic,

صباح الخير

Phonetically (and we’ll stick to phonetics from here on, since Microsoft often mangles Arabic script): ṣabāḥ al-xayr.  Literally, ‘morning of goodness’ (syntactically, an idafa), to which the usual Arabic morphosemantic rules apply.

But that is not what he wrote.

Einführung in die vergleichende “Guten Morgen”-Morphosemantik

Of the languages with which I am familiar, German comes closest to having a word-for-word equivalent to “Good morning”:  Guten Morgen.  Yet even that is not linguistically straightforward:  the idiom involves not guter, but guten -- grammatically an accusative.   So, you understand the way the phrase is used, but you probably have never reflected on its grammar, and perhaps could not explain it if you did.

Further, in parts of Germany (e.g. Schweinfurt, where I lived for a summer with a German family), people don’t usually say Guten Morgen anyway, they say Grüß Gott -- a phrase I am fond of, and frequently use, but whose syntax is obscure;  I suppose it’s a sort of iḍāfa.

In French, a word-for-word equivalent to the greeting is not current.  You don’t say “bon matin”, you say bonjour, literally ‘good day’, or (as in the Le Parisien version) bonne journée (the nuance of difference being untranslatable).  (There does, however, exist in French  an early-morning greeting  which we lack in English:  bon réveil.  I’ve never myself heard that, not being an early riser.)

In Spanish, you must go even further afield, using a plural, buenos días, lit. ‘good days’.

As to what such phrases are used for, there are subtle distinctions.  Thus, in current American English, Good morning! is simply a greeting -- a pure illocution, like hi or hello, with no descriptive content. (Note:  In British English, it can serve as a good-bye, even as a curt dismissal.  Thus, the heavy father in Wodehouse's Pearls, Girls, and Monty Bodkin says "Good morning, Mr Bodkin" to the unwelcome suitor of his daughter, signaling that their interview is at an end.)  Good night!, by contrast, cannot be used as a greeting:  it is a formula of leave-taking -- a valediction.   Good day!, the word-for-word equivalent of the French greeting bonjour, is no longer used in everyday American English, though it survives as a breezy greeting in Australia -- the iconic G’dye!  Good afternoon and Good evening can still be used in the U.S., though they sound a bit formal.  And at least the latter has also been used (at one time, primarily perhaps in England) as a valediction.

As mentioned, French doesn’t normally use “Bon matin”, at least not the variety of French I’m familiar with.  Bonne matinée might be used but, like bonne journée, my hunch is that it is not so much a pure greeting as an optative, relating to what might follow the encounter, like the trademarked American “Have a nice day!”  (I first heard that one in Berkeley, California, decades ago;  since then it has spread like kudzu  throughout the English-speaking lands.) 

As for Guten Tag, there’s that accusative, a fossilized echo of its likely origin in such a phrase as “Ich wünsche Ihnen einen guten Tag”, which is an optative.  Do contemporary speakers feel this influence, in which case Guten Morgen is not after all an exact equivalent of Good morning ?  Hard to say.

In Modern Standard Arabic (and in most dialects), ṣabāḥ al-xayr corresponds pretty closely to “Good morning”, but things get colorful from there.  Although you may respond in kind, usually (in line with the Koranic injunction, “When you are greeted, respond with the same greeting, or a better one”) you say something like ṣabāḥ al-nūr (‘morning of light’),  or ṣabāḥ al-full or ṣabāḥ al-yāsimīn (both meaning ‘morning of jasmine’).

In the dialects, things get wilder.  Thus, in Yemeni, a very characteristic morning greeting is kaṣbaḥtu, to which the standard reply is  baḥḥakum Allah bi-xeir (sic; the initial ṣ has been dropped).   And -- save the mark! -- there even exist untranslatable Yemeni expressions involving the ṣ-b-ḥ root, which my Sanaani teacher explained as “a morning warning” -- thus potentially, in line with the interpretation of the Israeli police, a threat.

However, what the Palestinian really wrote was:

يصبحهم

And in view of what has gone before, you will no longer be inclined to jump to conclusions that you understand all the nuances of that.

First, we cannot  without further analysis  give a phonetic transcription of that, since it is a script sans diacritics.   Morphologically, it’s a third-person-masculine-singular transitive verb, with third-person-masculine-plural direct object.   The verb could be either Form I, II, or IV, all of which have transitive uses. 

So, how did the translator the Israelis relied on  parse it?

The “automatic translation software” is not identified, though its digital facepage is doubtless blushing magenta.    I just tried it in Google Translate, and (taking the verb as form-IV) it renders the Arabic phrase  as “become them”, so the mystery remains.

The most straightforward assumption is that we are here dealing simply with the MSA verb, form II (syntactically transitive, semantically delocutive), in which case  the expression means “He says ‘Good morning’ to them.” 

That is actually a somewhat strange thing to say.  You’d expect more like “(I say) “Good morning” (to you(-all))”.   “He” makes sense as referring to the fellow in the photograph; but who are ‘they’?   The object-pronoun is definitely third person (and thus, the BBC rendering as "good morning to you all" is incorrect).

Whether there is some further nuance in Palestinian, I do not know offhand.  And as for a translation as “attack”, with the information we have been given so far, it is inexplicable.

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For another cautionary-tale  about the perils of interpreting  brief swatches of Arabic, try this:
http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2017/10/rorschach-philology.html

[Appendix]  The article that prompted this post  was of the “Mistranslation Howlers” motif;  my reply was partly out of annoyance with that complacent genre, which often finds linguistic illiterates gloating  over anecdotes that turn out  either to be more gray-area than appears at first blush (such as the one above), or to be urban legends.  A likely example of the latter is the hardy perennial about the Chevy Nova being marketed among hispanophones under that name.   Laymen observe triumphally that, in Spanish, “No va” means ‘it doesn’t go’; epic fail !!  Actually, nova is a perfectly normal word of Spanish astronomical terminology (https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nova );  it is neither spelled like “no va” (being one word, not two), nor pronounced the same (being forestressed).

The “Good morning” article was at the expense of the Israeli counter-terrorist authorities.  There seems indeed to have been a misstep in the software, though one more subtle than most accounts suggested.  The article first appeared in Haaretz, itself an Israeli publication;  its appearance may have been unmotivated other than by the universal Schadenfreude over (alleged) mistranslations (some of which pass into legend, like “Ich bin ein Berliner”, whether or not the interpretation is linguistically well-founded), or there might have been a little Israel-internal scalpel to grind -- nescio.  But I would like to add a further observation, of respect for those who must work the intricate and dangerous CT mission.

Notoriously, terrorists (and criminals) use cover-terms.  The IC took a beating over a now-celebrated message intercepted (we are told) from Afghanistan on September 10, 2001: “The match begins tomorrow.”  The post-hoc Besserwisser wagged their fingers and berated the Agency for not getting that message translated until September 12 (which, given the exotic language of the message, and the skeleton crew left in CT after the relentless whittling-down of the Clinton and Bush years, is only too understandable.)  More to the point than the timeliness, is the interpretation:  Was it really obvious, or should it have been obvious, that this particular message, among a mass of similar things, foretold the 9/11 attacks?  I personally have no idea (though a later news story did aver that the message was eventually determined to have referred, in fact, to an upcoming soccer-match).

Now, as mentioned, the message in the current case  is rather cryptic:

يصبحهم

It is not (according to a Comment to this post, below, from a colleague with significant language experience in Palestine) a particularly usual way to wish someone (or some third parties, in this case) top o’ the morning.   Might it have been an allusion, a wink-wink, or at least contextually suggested one, to the Israel CT team?  In other words, we need not assume that the team just blindly-blandly took the Hebrew mistranslation as the final word on the subject.  They might (given their special knowledge of the folkways of their target-set) actually have known what they were doing.

 

But surely (objects the straw-man, less savvy than yourself), something as simple as a verb meaning ‘to offer a morning greeting’  could not be re-interpreted to mean anything nefarious.  Yet as present company has learned, language has more tricks up its sleeve  than most folks give it credit for.  Consider the following famous phrase of German, which contains a verb meaning ‘greet’:

Und täglich grüßt das Murmeltier

Now, I know German reasonably well;  but when I first encountered that expression, my hair did stand on end (like quills upon ye fretful Murmeltier).   It has the d’outre-tombe knell of those mystery radio-phrases that Cocteau (with a wry nod to maquisard comsec during WWII) stuck into his 1950 movie Orphée ("L'oiseau chante  avec ses doigts").   What could it possibly mean?  Were it my day-job to interpret such things, if it came up in traffic  my first instinct would be to shut down all our embassies instanter.   Yet it is merely the German version of the movie-title “Groundhog Day”.

Inghimasi Murmeltier ... greets you

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