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Classics of Jewish Poetry



Hatikva - La Esperanza
Himno Nacional Israelí

Kol od balevav pnima
Nefesh Iehudi omia
Ulfaatei mizraj kadima
Ain letzion tzofia
Od lo avda tikvatenu
Hatikva bat shnot alpaim
Lihiot am jofshi beartzeinu
Eretz Tzion v'Yrushalaim

.:.

Mientras en lo profundo del corazón palpite un alma judía,
Y vueltos los ojos hacia el oriente atisben Tzion,
No se habrá perdido nuestra esperanza,
La esperanza milenaria de ser un pueblo libre en nuestra tierra,
La tierra de Tzion y de Jerushalaim.




Credo

Laugh at all my dreams, my dearest;
Laugh and I repeat anew
That I still belive en man_
As I still belive in you.

For my soul is not yet sold
To the golden calf of scorn
And I still belive in man
And the spirit in him born.

By the passion of his spirit
Shall his ancient bonds be shed.
Let the soul be given freedom,
Let the body have its bread!

Laugh for I belive in friendship,
And in one I still belive,
One whose heart shall beat with my heart
And with mine rejoice and grieve.

Let the time be dark with hatred,
I belive in years beyond
Love at last shall bind the peoples
In an everlasting bond.

On that day shall my own people
Rooted in its soil arise,
Shake the yoke from off its shoulders
And the darkness from its eyes.

Life and love and strengh and action
In their heart an blood shall beat,
And their hopes shall be both heaven
And the earth beneath their feet.

Then a new song shall be lifted
To the young, the free, the brave,
And the wreath to crown the singer
Shall be gathered from my grave.


© Saul Tchernichovsky (1875-1943)



The Sabbath Queen

The sun o'er the treetops is no longer seen;
Come, let us go forth to greet Sabbath the Queen!
Behold her descending, the holy and blest,
And with her the angels of peace and of rest.
Welcome, O Queen, Welcome!
Enter thou, enter, O bride!
Unto you be there peace, ye angels of peace.

The Sabbath is greeted with song and with praise,
We go slowly homewards, our hearts full of grace.
The table is spread there, the candles give light,
Every nook in the house is shinning and bright.
Sabbath is peace and rest.

Sabbath is peaceful and blest.
Enter in peace, ye angels of Peace.

O pure one, be with us and light with Thy ray
The night and the day, then go on Thy way,
And we do Thee honour with garments most fine,
With songs and with psalms and with three feasts with wine.
And by sweetest peace,
And by perfect peace.
Bless us in peace, ye angels of Peace!

The sun in the treetops is no longer seen,
Come forth; we will speed our Sabbath, the Queen,
Go thou in peace, our holy and pure one!
Know that for six days we wait you, our sure one!
Thus for the coming Sabbath,
Thus for the coming Sabbath!
Pass forth in peace, ye angels of Peace!


© Hayyim Nachman Bialik (1873-1934)





Perhaps

Perhaps these things never happened
And perhaps, too, after the night
I never arose to till the soil
At dawn's first light.

Perhaps, never at harvest time,
Did I raise my voice
In song. When on the wagon filled with wheat
My heart rejoiced.

And perhaps I never bathed
In the stillness of thy stream
Oh Kinneret, My Kinneret
Where you real? Or was it all a dream?


© Rachel (1890-1931)