We present this work in honor of Holocaust Remembrance Day.
The generations-old wine has strengthened
me in my wanderings. The angry sword of
pain and sorrow has not destroyed my
My people, my faith and my flowering—it
has not chained my freedom. From under
the sword I’ve cried out: I am a Jew!
The clever twists of Rabbi Akiva, the wis-
dom of Isaiah’s words nourishing my thirst
and my love, and fought against hate.
The zest of the Maccabbean heroes and Bar
Kokhba’s blood boils in mine. From all the
burnings at the stake I’ve cried out: I am a
And may my enemies be pierced by spears,
those who are preparing a grave for me. Be-
neath the flag of freedom I’ll yet have no
end of pleasure. I’ll plant my vineyards and
be the architect of my fat. I’ll yet dance on
my enemies graves. I am a Jew!