A poem by Hannah Szenes, a paratrooper of the British Special Operations Executive , a Jewish heroine of World War II, who was killed after being captured in Hungary- and brutally tortured - during an effort to save Allied prisoners of war and organize Jewish resistance against the Nazi and Fascist Amalek. This was later put to music.
Eli, Eli,
Shelo yigamer leolam,
Ha-hol v'ha-yam,
Rishrush shel ha-mayim,
Barak bashamayim,
Tfilat ha-adam.
(Translation)
My God , my God,
I pray that these things never end,
The sand and the sea,
The rush of the water,
The crash of the heavens,
The prayer of the heart.
Our story did not end, despite the murderous slaughter & genocide of the Shoah . Our people are free. We have our homeland back. We still live.
Our story did not end, despite the murderous slaughter & genocide of the Shoah . Our people are free. We have our homeland back. We still live.
Am Yisrael Chai !
Amen to that. The Children of Israel live! -
ReplyDelete"As long as in the heart, within,
A Jewish soul still yearns,
And onward, towards the ends of the east,
An eye still gazes toward Zion;
[Refrain]:
Our hope is not yet lost,
The hope of two thousand years,
To be a free people in our land,
The land of Zion and Jerusalem.
Our hope is not yet lost,
The ancient hope,
To return to the land of our fathers,
The city where David encamped.
As long as tears from our eyes
Flow like benevolent rain,
And throngs of our countrymen
Still pay homage at the graves of (our) fathers;
As long as our precious Wall
Appears before our eyes,
And over the destruction of our [G-d's] Temple
An eye still wells up with tears;
As long as the waters of the Jordan
In fullness swell its banks,
And (down) to the Sea of Galilee
With tumultuous noise fall;
As long as on the barren highways
The humbled city gates mark,
And among the ruins of Jerusalem
A daughter of Zion still cries;
As long as pure tears
Flow from the eye of a daughter of my nation,
And to mourn for Zion at the watch of night
She still rises in the middle of the nights;
As long as drops of blood in our veins
Flow back and forth,
And upon the graves of our fathers
Dewdrops still fall;
Hear, O my brothers in the lands of exile,
The voice of our Prophets,
(Who declare) That only with the very last Jew —
Only there is the end of our hope!
Go, my people, return in peace to your land
The balm in Gilead, your healer in Jerusalem,
Your healer is G-d, the wisdom of His heart,
Go my people in peace, healing is imminent... "
"Hear, O my brothers in the lands of exile,
ReplyDeleteThe voice of our Prophets,
(Who declare) That only with the very last Jew —
Only there is the end of our hope! "
Our story did not end, despite the murderous slaughter & genocide of the Shoah . Our people are free. We have our homeland back. We still live.
ReplyDeleteAm Yisrael Chai ! Hear, hear, hear!!
A moving song written by an extraordinary woman. And today, the women of the IDF continue in her footsteps of defending the Jewish people.
ReplyDeleteAmen to this post.
ReplyDeleteYeah- IDF girls kiss ass!
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