Asher Shla'in http://www.asher.hopeways.org

 

 

 

 

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My Grain Field

 

Yitzhak Shenhar

Yedidia Admon

 

My Grain Field

At dawn I sowed it with a tear

The farmer's prayer has been heard.

 

My Grain Field

Was quenched with dews, intoxicated of sunlight

Ripe grain bent down before harvester.

 

In a major step, a bronze sickle

Will be brandished up.

A bronze sickle brandished,

Brandished upwards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It is only of myself

 

Rachel

Albert Piamenta

 

It is only of me that I can tell.
My world is as narrow as that of an ant.
Like her, I have been carrying my burden -
Large and heavy for my lean shoulder
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Only my way, like her way to the treetop,
Way of pain, way of toil as well -
By a Giant hand, so vicious and poised,
A mocking hand - is obstructed.

 
All my routes were crooked and made tearful
By a mysterious fear of a Giant hand.
Why did you call me, coasts of marvel?
Why did you betray, faraway lights?

 

 


 

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Autumn Leaves

Yaakov Orland

Mordekhai Zeira

 

Deep, deep is the sadness in the eyes

Deep, deep is the wine in the cellar

Tonight I shall tear my heart in two

To you and to the dripping goblet


Do not ask me what

Do not ask me how

Human beings were born to shut up and smile

Human beings were born to forget and walk

As does the wind blowing in the fall

 

Leaks and leaks the leakage

Leaks and whines

A millennium has passed me

The millennium in the heart

Sing, my heart, to the night

Ha'yi tiri tiri taila

Please sing to the world

Oh tiri tiri-li tam.

 

In the cellars - the wind is wailing

In the cellars - No light in the windows

But a person weeps there like a child

But there, a person meets the dreams


Do not ask me which way

Do not ask me how

You too do not know, and yet you go.

For sure there's a place

In which one stops from going,

Where the tree is orphaned even from the fall

 

Leaks and leaks the leakage (refrain)


 

 

 

 

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Safeguarding Song

 

Nathan Alterman

Sasha Argov

 

Keep your soul, keep your force, keep you soul;

Keep your life, your intelligence, keep you life -

Of a falling wall, of a burning roof, of a dark shadow,

From a sling-stone, from a knife, from claws.

Keep your soul from what burns, from what cuts

From that which is near, like soil and like sky,

From the silent, from what waits and attracts

And kills, like water of the well and fire of the stove

Your soul you keep, and your intellect, your head's hair

Your skin you keep, keep your soul, keep your life.

 

Apparently, this is a summer-evening,

It is apparently but a good summer-evening,

Well-known and aged,

That comes for grace and mercy not for fear

And not for a whisper of suspicion and blame;

That comes with the flavour of cooked foods

And with a lamp, which will keep lighting

Until we rest and sleep.

Apparently, it's just a warm and good summer-evening

Just a warm summer-evening that comes not for fear.

 

Behold, the wind extends a hand and without sound

A window suddenly opens in the gloom.

Say: why are you laughing like scare?

Say: why are you freezing like joy?

Say: why the world is so alien

And fire and water view it from every side?

Say: why within it, your life quiver

As does a frightened bird, held in a palm?

Say: why are you a flight and much tremble

Like a bird in a room when it looks for a loophole?

 

Apparently, this is a summer evening (refrain)

 

Keep your tired soul; keep you soul

Keep your life, your intelligence; keep you life

Your head's hair, your skin you keep, your prettiness;

Keep your good heart; hold it in your hands.

 


 

 

 

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You will walk in the field

 

Leah Goldberg

Hayim Barkani

 

Will indeed come days in forgiveness and kindness,

And you will walk in the field, and walk there like a naïve nomad

And your exposed foot will be caressed by Lucerne leaves,

Or stubble corn-ears will prick you, their twinge being sweet

 

Or a shower will get you with a flock of drops tapping

On your shoulders, your chest and your moist head,

And you'll walk in the wet field and quiet will widen in you

Like the light at the edges of the cloud?

 

And you draw-in the scent of the furrow, inhale and calm down,

And see the sun in the golden mirror of the puddle,

And simple are the things, and alive, and one may touch them

And it is allowed to love, is allowed, yeah allowed, to love

 

You will walk in the field all alone, unburned in the blaze

Of the fires, in tracks that stiffen from horror and from blood;

And with upright heart you will be humble and compliant

As would be a green herb, as would a human being.

 

 

 

 

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The fields of the Valley

 

Levi Ben Amitai

Ephraim Ben Hayim

 

The fields of the Valley have welcomed me tonight

With the scent of manure, the flavour of hay

Tonight I am going to sing to the valley,

Because delight came to me, and so the grace of poetry.

 

My destiny has ruled that I will return to you

From the sadness of death, from the cradle of bereavement

Of all the grace I am most happy with the toil

To drink from your water, to eat from your bread.

 

Oh take me in, like collecting a corn-ear,

A corn-ear to the barn in the harvest festival

Tonight I am going to sing to the valley,

Because delight came to me, and so the grace of poetry.

 


 

 

 

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Zion, Will Not You Ask

 

Rabbi Yehuda Halevi

Nurith Hirsh

 

Zion! will you not ask if peace is with your captives

Who seek your peace, and are the remnant of your flocks?

 

From west and east, from north and south -- the greeting

"Peace" from far and near, you take from every side;

And greeting from a captive of desire, giving his tears like dew Of Hermon, and longing to shed them upon your hills.

 

To wail for your affliction I am a jackal; but when I dream

Of the return of your captivity, I am a harp for your songs.

 

 

 

 

Happy is he that waits, and will arrive and see the rising

Of your light, and on him your dawn shall break--

To see the welfare of your chosen, and rejoice

In your joy, when you return unto your olden youth.

 

 

After: http://scheinerman.net/judaism/personalities/halevi.html

 

 

 

 

 

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Halikha l'Kesaria

 

 

 

Eli, Eli

Shelo yigamer l'olam

Ha'hol vehayam

Rishrush shel hamayim

Berak Ha'Shamayim

T'filat Ha'adam

Walking to Caesarea

 

Hanna Senesh

David Zehavi

 

My God (my God)

Let it never end:

The sand and the sea,

The rustling of water

The glitter of the sky

The prayer of the human

 

 

 


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