Yes, so am I a soldier and a poet... A musician and a brave soldier and a man of war...(Samuel 1, 16:18) I am the armour-bearer of the king Anialious; a loved treasure the muses gave me: I knew to play. (Archilochus) Yes, so am I a soldier and a poet! Today I�ll write with a pen � tomorrow I�ll write with a sword; Today I�ll write with ink � tomorrow I�ll write with blood and will hack; Today � on paper, tomorrow � on a man�s back; Heaven gave a book and a sword. Fate decided: a soldier and a poet. Awesome glory and lofty is a poet�s song: With black firebrand � stanzas, with white blade � sword does spring, With gold flame � fire, with crimson � the blood does run, With blue � stars a man�s vision is spun, That tomorrow for his freedom will fight � and evening Of battle in the camp is a poet�s song. Cruel and bitter is the last battle though we fight like a lion, On the edge of an iron desert, whose skies are lead! Pain pierces heart like enemy�s sword, Falls robbed soldier hungry for bread-of-freedom from the L-ord, And in cold valley of despair bleeds and falls dead: Kingdom of Ishmael in Zion! First and Last, hear the voice of your lion! Spread skies of gold on desert lead, Tear confinement of slavery, bathe in enemy�s blood from a wound you did carve And bread-of-freedom slice to all who starve. Put crown of kingship on the dark city�s head, Master of Jerusalem and Zion! Written by �Yair�, Pirntze, 7th of Tamuz, 5694. Translated by Shifra Shomron, Caravilla � Nitzan, 17th of Av, 5765 (August 2005). |
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