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Somewhere in
Israel's Land
by Yaakov Cohen
(1881 - 1960)
Somewhere in Israel's land a hammer strikes
On stubborn steel angrily it beats.
Something is forges there, shaped and named,
Somethings created and renewed.
Arms rise, arms fall, in rhythmic might,
A song of power engraved into the silence.
A hammer strikes,
Commanding life's fate, victory. Somewhere in Israel's land a fountain springs,
Soft and pure to meet the light.
The rocks are astonished the desert holds its breath,
And joy of sunshine falls upon its waters.
A laborer's hand dug it from ancient sources;
Heart-yearnings brought it from the depth of time -
A flowing fountain,
Bearing freedom, redemption's assuaging song.
Somewhere in Israel's land in the silent night,
Like a rock in the night stands a silent man.
His gaze is keen. He searches through the darkness
And restrained anger purses up his lips.
Hard is his anger as the thousands of years of exile,
His hear burns like a bush over consumed.
The night is silent.
Thousands of years, years of faith, are silent with him.
Translated by L.V. Snowman
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