Unknown soldiers, without uniforms are we,
And fear and darkness surround us.
For all of our life drafted are we;
From line only death redeems us.
In red days of riots and blood,
In the black nights of despair,
In cities, in towns, our flag is high over the flood,
And upon it: defense and conquer!
We weren't drafted by a whip like a group of slaves,
Our blood to shed in exile on sand.
Our wish: to be free men forever, not knaves!
Our dream: to die for our land!
And from every which way thousands of obstacles hail
On our path is placed a cruel fate;
But enemies, spies and jail
Can not make us hesitate.
And if in the streets, in the houses we'll fall
And we'll be buried secretly at night,
In our stead thousands of others will call
To conquer forever and fight.
In the tears of mothers of sons bereaved,
And in the blood of pure babies of late,
As in cement bodies to bricks will be cleaved
And the building of our homeland we'll create!
Written by 'Yair', Pesach 1932.
Translated by Shifra Shomron, Gush Katif, 22 Kislev 5765 (December 2005).
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