I'll Put it On My Eyes
My family had been living in the U.S. for just over a year when we moved into an incredibly cute duplex in a working class town 20 miles south of San Francisco. The house had a front yard filled with wood chips, a sunny eat-in kitchen, and hardwood floors throughout.
We had moved to Northern California from Irving, Texas, not too long before. In Texas, we first lived at my aunt's house (for...two months? Three? The details are fuzzy) and then a hopelessly depressing apartment.
So the duplex in San Leandro was definitely a step up. And we had an awesome view: the house across the street. It was one of those beautifully refined Craftsman-style houses--incredibly well-kept and sporting a fantastic yard.
The man who lived there was, in every sense, quite neighborly. He was always out in his yard with a huge sun-hat, perfecting the garden, waving hello as we walked or drove by.
We hadn't been there very long when he knocked on the door one day, presenting my dad with a huge basket of vegetable-garden bounty. I remember there were zucchini, tomatoes, and cucumbers.
My father, already an emotional man, was over the moon. He started praising the vegetables, our neighbor, America in general, and ended with "Thank you so much. I'll put them on my eyes."
Our neighbor wasn't really sure what to make of this, and said something to the effect of, well, I guess you can do that, but it's probably better if you eat them.
You see, my dad was literally translating a common saying in Farsi. The phrase, which is said when one person gives another something of value, literally means "I'll put the [insert gift here] on my eyes." But the real meaning is that the gift is so precious that I'll put them on my most precious possession, my eyes (well, something to that effect anyway). It's just a very flowery way of saying thank you.
That little sentence has fueled my love for all things involving literal translations. They are a fantastic, albeit nerdy, source of amusement.
Fast-forward 20 years, as I try valiantly (and often fail) to sing my daughter, P, lullabies that are actually lullabies, and not Tori Amos or Simon & Garfunkel songs. This is how bad I am--until recently, I would finish "Hush Little Baby" in this way:
If that looking glass don't shine
Mama's gonna buy you a concubine.
Every night I would think, what if she asks me what a concubine is tonight? So when I remembered, I would use "porcupine" instead. I pretty much learned how to correctly end that song while watching Skylar singing it to her newborn baby on Breaking Bad. (Ohhhhhhhhh Daddy loves you and so do I!)
So when an Italian friend and his American wife, back from a trip to the Ye Olde Country, gave us a book of traditional Italian nursery rhymes and lullabies, I was super excited. If I can't teach P all the right American songs, at least my husband, A, can teach her Italian ones.
And then I saw the songs and rhymes.
And they are ripe for a literal translation.
Here's the first (please excuse my shoddy translations and lack of rhyming. It's been a while):
Under the Baracca Bridge,
Little Gigin is pooping.
His poop is really, really hard,
So a doctor came to measure it.
He measured thirty-three,
Now it's your time to count!
It needs to be said: wha? A nursery rhyme about pooping? Really hard, worrisome poop that needs doctor intervention? This may be the best nursery rhyme ever!
Well, that's what I thought until I read this next one:
Three little owls on the dresser
Were making love to the doctor's daughter
The doctor got really really mad
OK. WHAT? This is a nursery rhyme? About three owls having sex with the doc's daughter? Who, rightfully so, gets mad? I mean, wouldn't you if three owls were having sex with your daughter? All I can say is, leave it to the Italians to come up with a nursery rhyme that involves sex.
A laughed hysterically when he saw these rhymes in the book. I guess it's one thing to hear them said over and over again, and it's completely different to see them written on paper.
Well, K and M, friends who brought back the book from Italy: I love it. I'll put it on my eyes.