Papyrus sways tuft-like in the gentle wind,
Water tinkles and trickles in aural sensations,
Blue sky opens to forever behind and beyond,
Sun warms away the chill of loneliness.
Water tinkles and trickles in aural sensations,
Blue sky opens to forever behind and beyond,
Sun warms away the chill of loneliness.
For I sit alone far from you.
I am not with you, oh daughter of Zion.
I sit not within your walls, JerusalemLit. City of peace From the time of David to the Roman destruction, Jerusalem was the capital of Israel and the spiritual and governmental center of the Jewish people. During the long exile, Jews longed to return to Jerusalem and wrote poems, prayers, and songs about the beloved city. In 1967, with the capture of the Old City, Jerusalem was reunited, becoming "the eternal capital of Israel." Still, the longing for peace is unfulfilled. of Gold.
Ancient city of grace and hope, I am far from you.
I am not with you, oh daughter of Zion.
I sit not within your walls, JerusalemLit. City of peace From the time of David to the Roman destruction, Jerusalem was the capital of Israel and the spiritual and governmental center of the Jewish people. During the long exile, Jews longed to return to Jerusalem and wrote poems, prayers, and songs about the beloved city. In 1967, with the capture of the Old City, Jerusalem was reunited, becoming "the eternal capital of Israel." Still, the longing for peace is unfulfilled. of Gold.
Ancient city of grace and hope, I am far from you.
Ancestors’ sobs echo through winding old city streets
Then settle here, to mingle in my modern ears,
Over thousands of years, over thousands of miles.
The breaking of ancient hearts reflected by cracks in mine.
Then settle here, to mingle in my modern ears,
Over thousands of years, over thousands of miles.
The breaking of ancient hearts reflected by cracks in mine.
I am the diaspora.
I am your pain.
Though I’ve walked in your footsteps
I cannot remain.
I am your pain.
Though I’ve walked in your footsteps
I cannot remain.
My dreams are revisions of your yearning:
Halomot Paz, golden dreams.
Longing for reconnection
I follow the path that you wove.
Halomot Paz, golden dreams.
Longing for reconnection
I follow the path that you wove.
But I am the diaspora.
I reflect your pain.
Though I dream in your chamber,
I shall not remain.
I reflect your pain.
Though I dream in your chamber,
I shall not remain.
