My heart is sick...

My heart is sick with love of my state,
My blood ? poisoned since my enemy I hate.
Always I love ? I hate:
Hate from love does not separate;

And forever will it in me dwell
(Even when my soul has met its fate):
Strong as death is love of state;
Hate of enemy ? stronger still.

Only one solution is there: victory!
Enemy vanquished ? vanquished is my hate;
Enemy destroyed ? free will be my state;

Enemy destroyed ? G-d will dwell in Zion!
With G-d or with devil a pact I will sign
Of life and death.  Time to fight!


Written by 'Yair', 1934.
Translated by Shifra Shomron, Sivan 5765 (June 2005).



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