“Peace to you, returning
Lovely bird, unto my window
From a warmer clime!
How my soul for songs was yearning
When my dwelling you deserted
In the wintertime.
…Do you bring me friendly greetings
From my brothers there in Zion,
Brothers far yet near?
O the happy! O the blessed!
Do they guess what heavy sorrows
I must suffer here?
Do my brothers know and could they picture
How many rise against me,
How their hatred swells?
Singing, singing O my birdling,
Sing of the wonders of the land where
Spring forever dwells.”
- 1891, Haim Nahman Bialik
Lovely bird, unto my window
From a warmer clime!
How my soul for songs was yearning
When my dwelling you deserted
In the wintertime.
…Do you bring me friendly greetings
From my brothers there in Zion,
Brothers far yet near?
O the happy! O the blessed!
Do they guess what heavy sorrows
I must suffer here?
Do my brothers know and could they picture
How many rise against me,
How their hatred swells?
Singing, singing O my birdling,
Sing of the wonders of the land where
Spring forever dwells.”
- 1891, Haim Nahman Bialik
