The poem My Pipe by Francisak Bahusevic contains the following lines:
Like fish from the river,
On the ice a-flapping,
Just so I, it happened,
Forty years flapped, yearning,
Yet knew no returning,
Nor found, when I sought, a
Single drop of water...... Like my eyes, weep over
The ill-fate of our people
Ever, ever weeping,
To the end weep ever
What period or event is this poem referring to? And what is the significance of the forty years?
Edit: Here's the whole poem:
I a pipe shall fashion,
Play on it so clearly,
That through the wide world scattered
Everyone shall hear me.
Ah, I'll play so sweetly,
Like a joyous greeting,
Like a wedding, truly -
But not long enduring.
I'll cease playing quickly,
Ere the pipe start splitting,
Ere the folk are deafened,
Breast grown parched and heavy,
And all the strength decaying
From the joyful playing,
And tears fall and spill so,
On the arid willows...
In mist will soul flow out, like
Rolling smoke, all cloud-like,
In haze on the river,
Fall where dewdrops quiver,
Bedew the grain with lustre,
That ripe ears thickly cluster,
But men shall eat that harvest,
And tears once more be smarting.
Well then, pipe, play clearly,
So that all may hear ye,
So that ears be aching,
Such a music making
That the earth start quaking!
Play so glad that round ye
One and all come bounding,
With their arms akimbo,
Start to dance so nimbly,
Like a whirlwind wheeling,
Till pain sets them squealing,
Till they rick with laughter,
And again dance after...
That the very hills go
Dance like oceans billows
As lords at a ball dance
So let one and all dance!
Set the dust-smoke wheeling,
Till the world starts heeling,
And all stagger, reeling!
(Our brother's home doth spin so,
For he loves the inn so!)Why do ye not play, then?
Know ye not the way, then?
Have ye learned not, ever?
Like a fish from the river,
on the ice a-flapping,
Just so I, it happened,
Forty years flapped, yearning,
Yet I knew no returning,
Nor found, when I sought,
A single drop of water,
Water that springs, mounting
Up in such a fountain
That if your thirst you slake ye,
A free man 'twill make ye
Play then, gladly play!
Otherwise, make way!
...........
Uselessly complaining,
Sense there's none remaining!
With this pipe I'll not bother,
I shall make another.
Now a pipe I'll fashion
From grief and bitter passion,
Yes, I'll make another,
with woe brimming over.
It shall play with moaning,
Till the earth start groaning,
It shall play so doleful,
That the tears come rolling,
Awesome play, and fearful,
Thus my pipe all tearful!...
'Twas made, as I did say it,
Now to try and play it!
Play then, play so dearly!
Recalling all so nearly...
Day and night-time ever,
Like my eyes, weep over
The ill-fate of our people,
Ever, ever weeping,
To the end weep ever,
Wailing like a mother
Who her babies must bury;
One day, two, three carry
Still your lays of anguish
For folk who, dying, languish!
May you play so clearly
That sharp pangs press nearly
. When the tears cease falling,
Pipe shall cease its calling -
But look around you, mounting
From the blood's own fountain
Tears will rise and flow then,
All things you know then,
Only when blood is failing,
Pipe shall cease its wailing.