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Bite your lip, little brother
Don’t waste your tears
It doesn’t hurt
Nothing left of
this melancholy

Come on, my boy
Even when the sword
hangs over your head
Keep your anger and hatred
for another day

Don’t think.
Don’t stop.
Run.
But who would dare?

Optimistic speeches
which no one believed
Yitgadal veyitkadash shmé raba…
(Yes, we did see the flame)

My father wept
No one prayed
Why should I bless his name
Amid the tears, sobs,
the sighs of the whole congregation
Mercy! Oh, that fire!

Quietly, indifferently,
without emotions
Blessed be the eternal!
I was silent.