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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). home page previous next |
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