.^-^ '' .V ': V*^ ^: ^^' ^V THE MORJAI); BY >' BEN ASAPH, V-^ A CHRISTIAN JEW 01' THE THlJtl) CENTUia'. TRANSLATED FllOM THE SYIUAC IIEJJJIEW A N S E L M K Tt L S T F F NASTTVTLLE, TENN.: PRINTED BY A. A. STITT - 1857. pSio88 N COPYRIGHT SECURED ACCORDING TO ACT OF CONGRESS. 'J'^^5^4 ^O CJe Cranslator its tlje ^bitor. Uamahcch, (Syria,) March, 1808. Dear Sir : According to promise, I send you my trariHlation of the first Book of tlio MoiiiAD, or End of the JowiKh State ; an Epic Poem, by Ben Asapji, a Christian Jew of the third century. I have met with more difficulties tlian I expected, when I made my engagement with you ; and unless you can hring out the work to advantage, my share of the profits will not com- pensate me for my labor and the many difficulties I have had to surmount. For, In the first place, my good friend, Abdallah, although a Moslem, is also a real antiquary, and somewhat jealous ; so that it took all the strength of the old man's friendship for me, and not a little coaxing, to obtain the original for the length of time that will be necessary to make the translation. Nothing but the service which I had rendered him, wdiich brought on our acquaintance, of which I told you before, and which pro- cured me the first sight of the Moriad, could have overcome his repugnance to letting me take, from his old hox, the manu- script to my office. But the good old Moslem really loves me — so I succeeded. Again, as I informed you, the work is written in the Syriac Hebrew ; and though I yield to none in my knowledge of that language, yet the handwriting is far from being good ; and many letters, and even words, are wanting. Indeed, it is my opinion, that the author has never copied or corrected his (iiij IV INTRODUCTION. poem ; and that tlie original, now before me, remained in tlie bureau of the poet till Damascus was taken by the Saracens ; and after lying there for centuries, finally came, as an heir- loom, into the possession of my friend Abdallah. But, worse still, many parts are worn off, or obliterated by time, leaving chasms ; in which cases, instead of leaving a hiatus^ I have supplied the deficiency by guess, (as you Yankees say,) as well as I could. In these places, I suspect I have failed most. Though, no doubt, take it as a whole, my version is very imperfect; for in addition to all the above-mentioned difiiculties, I am (as you well know) agent for the house of the Rothschilds, in this part of the world; so that I can truly plead want of time, as an excuse for the many imper- fections you may detect in the copy I send you. Thus far, as relates to myself, and errors as translator : of the merit or demerit of the poem, or poet, I have little to say. You and the world must judge of them. But I will observe, that the Syriac Hebrew is not a language well suited to poetry. It is rather harsh, and laconic ; so that, short and abrupt as my version appears, it has more ampli- tude than the text ! It is only in the more perfect lan- guages you will find the best poets or poems. The time in which Ben Asaph wrote, and the subject he chose, rendered it impossible for him to make the Mokiad a great Epic Poem. History, and the theology of the day, confined him ! They gave him no I^pic hero — nor could he dare to make one. The outlines of the Destruction of Je- rusalem were matter of history, and well known. Titus, though a great prince and good general, was no Mpic hero ; nor would the knowledge of the day let him be made one. Simon and John were tyrants — mere Rolands and Robes- pierres; nor could they be made any-thing else. Phineas, Lysander, and Salathiel, on the other side ; and Sempro- nius, Manlius, and Maxus, on the other, were all brave war- INTRODUCTION. V riors, but could not be made Epic heroes ! Milton made Messiah do some AYonders in heaven, but he could not make him his hero ! Indeed, he has none. Satan comes the nearest ; for he went through much, suffered much, fought well, planned well, and finally succeeded — but Paradise Lost is without a hero ; yet lives in glory ! The Moeiad, also, is without a Hero ; but whether it will live at all, is another thing. Ben Asaph was equally circumscribed by the theology of his day, as to Elevating Machines. Homer was cumbered with them ; he had the gods, big and little, lying round him like tools ; and no one can now say him nay ; for it was the faith of his time ! Milton could have Messiah raging through heaven on his chariot, and good and bad angels fighting under spear and shield, in the guise of tremendous giants, and this without offence to good taste ; for his action is laid at a time when there was nobody else to fight. Now, for all this, our poet has "fallen on evil days!" He did not dare (who would, under the history and theology of the day ?) make good angels attack and devils defend Jerusalem ; or bring Messiah forward, under dreadful panoply, in gigan- tic form, hewing down the Jews as Achilles did the Tro- jans ! History, and the then faith, would not permit this ; and he wisely forbore. Witchcraft and demon-possession was all the machinery time had left him; and of them, I am sorry to say, he has made but a very timid use ! I think he might have worked them to more purpose ! Hence the MoRiAD is too historic — it is not daring and unbounded enough for a great Epic, even if it had not other faults. But considering the action of his poem, and the time in which he wrote, Ben Asaph could not, perhaps, have safely sailed in higher latitudes. He could not take Homeric or Miltonic liberties; for he did not stand on their unknown grounds. VI INTRODUCTION. I would advise you to publish in numbers, half a book each, ■which, on an average, will contain about 550 verses, fifteen or sixteen of which number will comprise the work. Should it ever be thought worth while to give the numbers a volume shape, I will add a preface, giving all the account I can gather of the author, his birth, death, and whether he left any other works beside the Moriad. You will, for your own advantage, try and bring out the poem by subscription, notices, &c., as well as you can, I shall send the second Book the first opportunity. In the mean time, I remain yours, &c.. Very respectfully, Anselm Ivorlstoff. BOOK I. ®^e §ttxtt. Cajus, walking in his Palace, and stimulated by Byblus, decrees to have di- vine honors paid him — The Gentiles receive it -well — The Jews are thrown into consternation — The Golden Eagle is displayed on the porch of the Temple — The Jews assemble in sedition — Judeas harangues them — The Golden Eagle is cut down — The Jews dispersed by the Roman guard, in Antonia — The acts of Phineas — Ten of the Jews who cut down the Eagle taken, and sentenced to the cross next day — The Chiefs of Jerusalem meet by night in council — Their debate and sundry arguments — Judeas cuts it .short by stating that the war was commenced already ; how that the Ro- mans had attacked Salathiel, Prince of Napthalia, in his own house, who defeated them, and then went and surprised Massada — They resolve to storm Antonia — The attack — Dreadful conflict under the walls — The com- batants parted by a storm of wind and rain — The Romans agree to release their prisoners and retire to Cestus — The Jews exult, and hold a great feast to the Lord — The Zealots in private council doom the peace-party to death, as friends of Rome — This, and their dances and social sins, offensive to heaven. The wrath Divine, which sunk the Jewish state, And Salem piled in heaps, muse, relate. That burning wrath, which o'er Moriah spread, And choked the Kidron with th' untimely dead ! And ! thou Spirit pure, th' Inspiring One, 5 Which rapt in vision the beloved John, Who, on the Lord's day, in his exiled home. Showed him things present, past, and things to come ! (vii) 8 THE M OKI AD. [BOOK I. Be thou my muse ! For thou canst deeds unfold, Though hid by ages, over ages roll'd : 10 Say who the agent ; how that war began, Which poured such vengeance on oiFcnding man. 'Twas Kome's vain Emperor; for as Caius strode His palace hall, (magnificent abode,) In which a thousand lamps, profusely fed 15 With oil perfumed, a mellow radiance shed, AYhile gorgeous hangings, rich with Tyrian dye And Egypt's azure, rivalling the sky ; Festooned with crimson, gold, and diamonds bright, Added new radiance, and more sparkling light — 20 As through this dome, in his rich purple robe, (Which in soft folds down to the carpet flow'd,) He walked — then stood — his heart beat high with pride, "And this, and all the world is mine," he cried. *'East, West, and North, and Afric's burning sky, 25 Beholds my triumphs, sees my eagles fly ! Mars, worshipped as the dreadful God of War, Excels me not, when on my splendid car I dash through hosts : Apollo's form divine, Though beauteous, is surpassed, I think, by mine ; 30 And for sweet music, from the sounding lyre, Notes swelled to war, or soft with sweet desire, Though he 's the God of song, I Avell might dare To claim like honors, and with him compare. Why should I not, then, 'mongst the Gods be placed ? 35 With worship, and with equal honors graced?" While thus the tyrant spoke, or w^ould liave spoke. His proud, vain musings by his slave were broke ; Byblus, a freedman from the Isle of Crete, Of mean appearance — great in smooth deceit — 40 BOOK I.] THE MORIAD. 9 (By many wiles, with sycophantic art, He gained at last th' imperial tyrant's heart ;) Entering with bows, he took th' accustomed stand ; Then said, " Great Caesar, lo ! at thy command, Thy slave has come — and now would prostrate fall, 45 And worship thee, as sovereign of all ! Honors should to thee as a God be paid, And offerings duly on thy altars laid ! " Urged by some demon, thus his fulsome words Chimed in, and seemed an echo of his lord's. 50 The tyrant smiled, and aped a Jove-like nod. And cried, "Byblus, you're right: I'll be a God! Soon shall the splendid, rich Diana's fane. The world's seventh wonder, on the Asian plain, Receive my statue : in famed Delphos, too, 55 I'll place my altars, and have worship due : In great Minerva's Temple soon I'll stand, Beside the Goddess, in her Attic land ! My ensigns (^) soon shall blaze on the proud porch Of every temple and of every church. 60 The Judean Temple, on Moriah's top. Called, by those" bigots. Earth's most holy spot, There their strange God, invisible, alone. No more shall hold an undivided throne : Within their Sanctum shall the world behold 65 My image, godlike, glittering with gold ! This is decreed — so with to-morrow's sun. Command our governors that the work be done." Fame soon this fiat through the empire sent, And all the Gentile nations seemed content ; 70 But when this mandate, from imperial Rome, (Sad harbinger of many woes to come,) 2 10 THE MORI AD. [b K T. Fame spread througli Judea, witli each passing gale, Spread o'er her mountains, and swept down each vale, Like the Simoom — when its hot sultry breath ^ 75 Comes tainted from the distant fields of death And withers crowds — so, mentally o'erthrown, Israel sent forth one universal groan ! But most the Zealots wailed the threatened crime, And profanation of their sacred shrine ! 80 Thus night fell down on Judea's troubled coast, A factious people, fated to be lost. But when the rising sun, with orient light, Drove down to western seas the yielding night, When o'er Asphaltes shot his slanting rays, 85 And wrapt Moriah in a golden blaze. Vast crowds of Jews filled all her sacred courts. Enraged all gazing on the Temple's porch. Where the Imperial eagle's wings, spread wide, Five cubits' length, displayed on either side ; 90 The ruffled arching neck, and fiery eye. Seemed in the act of stooping from on high On dangerous prey I — Murmurs from man to man, With lightning speed, through all the concourse ran. At length Judeas, of the Asmonean line, 95 (A hero zealous of the law divine,) Arose majestic, and with bearing proud Waved round his arm, and thus addressed the crowd : " Ye sons of Jacob, lo ! the day has come, Big with the fate of Israel, or Rome. 100 Yon heathen ensign on God's Temple spread, But — but precedes pollution still more dread ! Our Holiest of all Holies soon must hold The tyrant's image bright with heathen gold. BOOK I.] THE MORI AD. 11 His altars soon will smoke with flesh abhorred, 105 Placed by the sacred altar of the Lord ! " A smothered groan of rage ran through the throng, Checked bj their fears. — The hero then went on : '^ Was 't not enough ? — ye priests and princes, say ! Ten years we 've been the proud oppressor's prey ; 110^ Our priests and rulers into exile driven, Our fruitful vales to heathen pillage given : From Lebanon, whence Jordan's founts flow down, And lofty Hermon, with his snow-capped crown ; From hills and vales, whence sacred Jordan flows, 115 Down to the awful lake of sin and woes ; From Bashan's pastures, filled with lowing herds, To Sharon's flowery vales and singing-birds, Israel lies crushed ! — The Roman sword Ave sec Wave o'er Napthalia — over Galilee ! 120 Through all this once blest land, our fathers' boast. Our nation's rights are trampled down and lost ! All this (for sake of peace) long time we 've bore ; Btit shall we sufi'er on — still sufi'er more ? Stand trembling by, and see before our face, 125 Yon sacred Temple covered with disgrace ? The Sanctum of I AM (all gods above) Defiled by yon rapacious bird of Jove ? The holy law, to our forefathers given, Midst lightning's flash, and thunder-peals from heaven, 130 From Sinai's towering top, midst fire and smoke, Whose basis trembled as Jehovah spoke ; While Moses, God's own friend, who Israel led Through parching deserts, quaked with holy dread — Shall we forsake this law, thus given from heaven, 135 And be, like slaves, to bestial worship driven ? 12 T II E M 11 1 A D. [b K I . And all for what ? — for coward fear of death ! 'Ti6 glorious in such cause to yield our breath. Brethren, then rise at once, and rend away Yon (■) impious image of the bird of prey ! " 140 Loud shouts succeed the fiery Zealot's speech, And soon the Temple's roof six heroes reach. As when from the high cliffs of Thula's isle. Hound whicli the Northern oceans rage and boil, The hardy isles-meir's rope suspended swings ; 145 Down to the region of the sea-fowl's wings, "With staff in hand, by gentle bounds they move, Gathering the nestlings which their children love, Though deep below them raging whirlpools roar, And surcjinf]: billows lash the soundino; shore ! 150 So from the Temple's roof, with axe in hand. Three youths descended, of that daring band : Loud sounds the axe, and axe to axe replies, And lo ! the wing in glittering fragments flies ! Next the fierce head, and ample golden bust, 155 Torn from their fastenings, sparkle in the dust. As the demolished ensign struck the ground, " Glory to God on high ! " was echoed round and round. But now the Roman guard, aroused at last, (A scout informed the chief of all that passed,) 160 Quick round Antonia's massive towers they stood, All ready armed, for deeds of death and blood : Their chief, Severus, high above the rest. Stood on a mound, and thus his men addressed : " Romans ! that ensign, which, wherever spread 165 O'er Rome's brave legions, still to victory led — That Eagle, in its most resplendent form. By bigot hands is from yon Temple torn ! BOOK I.] THE MORIAD. 13 The banner of great Caisar, Rome's cliicf trust, Lies, by barbarians trampled in the dust ! 170 Shall we bear this, and let a Jewish mob Defy our Emperor, for their unseen God ? No ! down on all ! Let those who did the deed Be put in bonds — to-morrow they shall bleed ! Should the low groundlings to their coverts fly, 175 Pursue them not ; but let resistors die. " On this the cohort (midst a cloud of spears) Hushed on the mob, unarmed, and struck with panic fears ! As in a grove, or lawn, strewed thick with leaves. All seared and dry, the harvest of the trees, 180 Should a fierce blast rush from the western sky, The light, dry leaves in wild confusion fly, To right and left, light whirling on before, To different points the scattered foliage pour ; So from the Roman shields, and gleaming arms, 185 Dispersed the Jewish crowd, in wild alarms : Without defensive arms, to stay was vain, And to resist was only to be slain. Yet some old warriors but receded slow, With step oblique, oft turning to the foe ; 190 As when a hunted boar, in some wild glen. Close pressed by clamorous hounds and armed men, Sidelong retreats ; his tusks embossed with foam ; Darts on his foes, then seeks his mountain home ; So riiineas, of the Aaronic line, 195 Of power superior and of form divine. Who with reluctance made his slow retreat, Towards a narrow, unfrequented street, Pressed by a decade — (Nisus led tliem on) — Seized from the side-way ja huge craggy stone : 200 14 T H E M R I A D. [b K I , The vain Descuriaii,^witli liis ported spear, (His shield was down, he saw no arms to fear,) Received the shock, and thundered to the ground, Front, face, and eyes, one undistinguished wound ; To sieze his sword, his weighty spear and shield, 20t Which with a clang bestrewed that narrow field, Was with the victor but a moment's feat ; ^ And then as quick and sudden his retreat, V To the small opening of the narrow street. J Now fierce the pursuit ; but the Roman's spear 21C Transfixed the foremost in his hot career ; The sword then gleamed ; and him the next before Fell headless, both parts streaming forth hot gore ; A third, a fourth, a fifth, then quick succeeds ; Third, fourth, and fifth in quick succession bleeds ! 21t There stayed the rest, and fearful drew their breath. Nor dared to further trace that lane of death ; All but their chief, whose rage and high disdain Urged him to where a street received the lane : There loud he cried, " Turn, murderous Jew, and try 22C Your arm with mine, nor like a coward fly. Ry force or magic, you've six Romans slain ; Their corpses bleeding lie in yon dark lane : If as a warrior you these deeds have done. Meet me in combat, and I'll call you one. 22c In me you'll find a foe you'll scarcely kill — One that will call forth all your strength and skill. From the great Julian line I trace my birth — A mighty name, that fills the spacious earth : Though but the leader of an hundred spears, 2oO Yet mightiest warriors rank me with their peers ! If thou art noble, scorning coming aid. We'll meet, and one sinks to the Stygian shade." p. K I .] T H E M R I A D. 15 To whom thus Phineas, (froTyning as he sj^oke :) '' Roman, I'm one who scorns the Roman yoke : 235 Further, if thou wouklst learn my noble line, Attend and know, it far transcendeth thine. From Aaron, first high-priest, (ordained of God,) ^ Who stood by Moses, when the Nilean flood V Was changed from limpid sweetness into blood ; J 240 From him through Phineas, (whose great name I bear,) Who, through the adulteress, sent the atoning spear. For the dire plague, for Heaven-forbidden lust. Strewed crowds on crowds, pale, withering in the dust. As by the Simoom's blast for this vile sin, 245 Our fathers fell, all black and withering ! This foul commingling with the Midian fair, ") Devised (■^) by Balaam, Syria's famous seer, V Brought down this plague, and proved a deadly snare ! J With zeal enraged, my sire impetuous went "| 250 Where Zimri lay enraptured in his tent, V And through the fulsome pair his javelin sent ; ) On which the plague was stayed — ^and would to God I too might save my country by your blood ! If not — but know I waste no further words ; 255 Our fates must now be settled by our swords." Here ended parle — and quick each falchion gleams, And flashes back the sun's retiring beams ; Blow, following blow, from either arm descends ; But the strong shield each warrior's life defends : 260 At length the Roman's glance an opening spied. And plunged his weapon through the Hebrew's side. The strong arched rib turned the sword's point athwart, Which else had pierced the valiant warrior's heart ! Enraged, in quick return, between the joint 265 Of helm and cuirass, Phineas drove the point 16 THE MORI AD. [BOOK I. Of Ills keen sword : the neck receives the wound, And the brave Roman thunders to the ground. That instant Phineas saw new foes in sight, And knew his life was staked on rapid flight. 270 This he effected : all the streets wxre known To him, and twilight saw him safe at home ; While the centurion, by his sorroAving band. Was kindly borne to the chirurgeon's hand. Meantime, ten Jews of the dispersed were caught, 275 Chief actors, and before the Tribune brought. Who sentenced them that night to pass in chains, And next day suffer crucifixion's pains ! The sun had now sunk to the western main. And peaceful ebon night commenced his reign : 280 O'er towers and trees he spread his raven wings, And hid in darkness all terrestrial things ; Fit time to reillume the light within. And paint more vivid all the eyes had seen ; A time when mortals, not oppressed with woes, 285 Sink down to rest in slumberous repose. But Salem, on that night, slept not profound ; A mental earthquake shook the city round : Their brethren chained, who, through their zeal for God, Lay doomed, next morn to stain the cross with blood ! 290 This dread event had through Jerusalem ran. From house to house, and caught from man to man, As when a shop, combustible and dry. Bursts out in flames, and no assistance nigh : Should strong west winds drive it upon the town, 295 Fast roll the flames, and blazing showers come down On half their houses, till, in wild amaze^ They see their town one universal blaze ;, BOOKI. THEMORIAD. 17 So spread tlie dreadful news from one to all ; "^ And priests and people felt tli' instinctive call, > 300 To meet instanter in the Council Hall. ) From all parts of the city, vast and great ; From Zion's towers to the Damascus gate ; From the west suburbs to the sacred fane ; From every part. Zealots and warriors came. 305 For Salem's chief alone, for every tribe, From Jordan's springs to Carmel's flowery side ; From Mamre's oak, where God with Abram stood, To Dan's cool fountains, source of Jordan's flood, Were many chiefs, wdiom business or fate 310 Had brought to the metropolis of the State At this sad juncture : they with equal zeal Pressed forward to consult the public weal. ^ Silence obtained, Annas, the great^High Priest, U/VWu^ Slowly arose, and thus the crowd addressed : 315 '' Brethren and Princes, fathers of the State, What calls us here is needless to relate : Ten of our brethren, chained, are doomed to death. In lingering pains to pant away their breath ! It seems to me that dreadful day draws near, 320 Foretold, long since, by many a holy seer : A sad alternative is more than nigh. When we must bow as slaves, or freemen die ! But how we may avert the captive's fate. Is now the point — of that we now debate. 325 There only are two ways — there are no more : One, is to sue for mercy, beg, implore — Or rise in arms with all Jerusalem's power. And scale the ramparts of Antonia's tower. What's the best, let some advise." — Then Jeptha rose, 330 Around his hand and fiery glance he throws ; 18 T II E M K I A D. [b K I . So large his ample chest, so dark his frown, It seemed to cast portentous darkness round. He came from where the Jor, swift rolling on, Keceives the Dan, and thus unites in one ; 335 Whence, over rocks, the mingled billows break, And roll impetuous down to Merom's lake : "I rise," he cried, "to saj, if ruled by me, To Rome's proud power no Jew shall bend the knee ; No prayer be offered ; no atonement made ; 340 First let Jerusalem be in ashes laid ! • What then ! Why, rise to war — war to the knife, And save our brethren— or each lose his life ! * Soon as the morning sun salutes the skies, Let all Jerusalem's noble warriors rise 345 In arms of death ; and should they dare deny To yield their captives up to liberty, Tear down the tower, or undermine its walls, And slay the tyrants, as the turret falls ! Does any fear to take this noble course, 350 Made cowards thinking of the heathen's force ? Does any think I am too bold in words ? This arm shall make them good, midst clashing swords ; This sword, which, when Vespasian's robber host Swept over Ashur and Napthalia's coast, 355 Was often drenched in gore, and thinned the ranks Of the marauders, on swift Jabbok's banks ! Nor deem that singly I this ardor feel ; Thousands on thousands burn with equal zeal ; Let but this battle-cry be flung abroad, — 360 ' Our nation's freedom, and the Sword of God ; ' Let but the Judean banner float on high, And * Victory, or death !' will thousands cry; While signal-signs will show that aid from Heaven Shall to the asserters of the law be given ! 365 JJ K I .] T H E M R I A D. 19 I am for force — for war ! You have my mind ; Now let us hear how others are inclined." Deep murmurs of approval, fierce and loud, Like air disturbed, soon circled round the crowd. Then Socius spoke, (he dwelt on Zion's hill,) 370 A lawyer rich and learned, though honest still : '' Elders and Chiefs," he said, "I feel no less The nation's danger and our deep distress. Than those whose cry is war ; nor is my hate Less fixed against the oppressors of the State ; 375 Nor will the minions of rapacious Rome More spare my coff*ers, or respect my home. Than any present. But to rush to war, I deem the work of madness and despair ! Have those whose zeal Avould urge iis to that course 380 Thought of their legions — 'that o'erpowering force Which Rome's dread tyrant at his pleasure wielcls — ^ Those towering helmets and those brazen shields > Which still have triumphed o'er a hundred fields ? J On Danube's frozen plains and rushing flood, 385 What tribe or nation have their power withstood ? The valiant Gauls, who nobly stood their ground. Are slain, or mourn their land in bondage bound. The giant Germans stopped not their career. But sunk beneath the brazen shield and spear ; 390 Nor North alone, but Afric's burning sandSj Where Hannibal once issued forth commands, With conquered Nile, the broad Euphrates yields^ And Tigris shoots through subjugated fields ; In fact, from where the Euxine darkly roars, 895 Westward unto the great Atlantic's shores, All nations are subjected to the will , Of Rome — and Roman arms subject them still ! 20 T H E M 11 1 A D. [b K I . Say you 'tw