YAEL

 Jerusalem 09/04/97
 

God, let no more Jews be killed;
Enough - we have understood it well:
To do what You have planned
You show no pity at your own people -
You have no pity at your own self.
God, let no more Jews be killed;
Each a drop of your blood
And no matter how tough you made us
We, God, cannot stand it,
To see our God bleed.
What, I wonder, is your plan And you give them so much pain so often? Do you want to make them gods like you? Because like this only gods hurt.
We don’t want them gods, no God - We just want them to show us God’s way.
But even if this is Your plan Change it; let the shuddering path Of their victims stop here.
All-mighty, change Your plan.
Let Yael be the last victim And let the dead men’s following End with her sweet small body.
Our heart pains by the sight
Of a girl tragically lost In her innocent and delicate youth
When full of impatient happiness
She looked to find a birthday gift
To give to a loved friend.
Ana let us doubly suffer, God,
In her death’s memory
Rather than to see another Jewish body
Follow Yael’s divine shadow.
Let the last link be Yael In the Great Evil’s chain.
Let the page of the Jewish book Now turn to the Great Good.
Let us see them ahead
Not just in religion, wisdom, and spirit,
But also in all material and earthly.
And if they ever erred sometime, God, Must they up to now pay?
How does time count for you?
One of your moments is One thousand of our years?
Or does your anger never wane?
Again maybe... a disgusting just now For human measures suspicion Pierces my poor mind:
Is it that God’s loved people Must always suffer on earth?
Is it that God’s Pain is Glory And with it His loved ones He weds?