Mishbirei Yam (On the Sea)
My God, break not the breakers of the sea,
Nor say Thou to the deep, "Be dry",
Until I thank Thy mercies, and I thank
The waves of the sea and the wind of the west;
Let them waft me to the place of the yoke of
And bear far from me the Arab yoke.
from ZION! WILT THOU NOT ASK?
Zion! Perfect in beauty! love and grace thou didst bind on to thee
Of olden time; and still the souls of thy companions are bound up with thee.
It is they that rejoice at thy well-being, that are in pain
Over thy desolation, and that weep over thy ruin--
They that, from the pit of the captive, pant toward thee worshipping,
Everyone from his own place, toward thy gates;
The flocks of thy multitude, which were exiled and scattered
From mount to hill, but have not forgotten thy fold
Shinar and Pathros -- were they equal unto thee in their greatness?