Wednesday, August 10, 2016

You Can Trample Rebbi Yehuda Halevi But Not His Descendents Who Sing Once Again

צִיּוֹן, הֲלֹא תִשְׁאֲלִי לִשְׁלוֹם אֲסִירַיִךְ,
דּוֹרְשֵׁי שְׁלוֹמֵךְ וְהֵם יֶתֶר עֲדָרָיִךְ?
מִיָּם וּמִזְרָח וּמִצָּפוֹן וְתֵימָן שְׁלוֹם
רָחוֹק וְקָרוֹב שְׂאִי מִכֹּל עֲבָרָיִךְ,
וּשְׁלוֹם אֲסִיר תַּאֲוָה, נוֹתֵן דְּמָעָיו כְּטַל–
חֶרְמוֹן וְנִכְסַף לְרִדְתָּם עַל הֲרָרָיִךְ!

"Tzion, you are doubtless anxious for news of your captives;

they ask after you, they who are the remainder of your flock

From West and East and North and South, from near and far;
bring peace from every side.

And peace is the desire of the captive, who gives his tears
like the dew on the Chermon and yearns for the day they will fall on your hills

I am a mourner who weeps for your poverty and when I dream 
of the return I am the accompaniment to your songs."

Read to the end of this beautiful darshanus of Rav Moshe Avigdor Amiel: