Shira Fine

THE SONG

 

 

The Song

For thousands of years

Through brightness and nights

It rises and falls, rises and falls,

Then rises again

 

For centuries of pain,

Of wrongs and of rights,

It comforts, consoles- healing the hurts

Of now and of then

 

Since the beginning,

And even before,

Weaving its story

Through the sandfalls of time

 

Her rhythm, her music,

Steady and sure,

Bridging the hearts

Of a people sublime

 

A nation awaiting

With hope and with love

In hearts that are broken

But strong

 

For the longed-for embrace

From their father above

whilst they never

Stop singing His song

 

Lulay torascha shashuai…