Daughters of the Old Country
I walk through the bustling streets, it is already six o'clock after noon — in dark rows Jewish daughters drag along harassed .
O Jewish daughters of the factories! In your gaze I see hidden the charm of the small Jewish town, the glimmer of the faraway home .
You stride upon stony streets, where sky and earth are concealed from your eyes — but your skirts still retain the aroma of your native field .
And when I observe you more closely I behold much more: The ancient crowns of milleniums are shining through the yoke .
For princesses are you all, nobility rests calmly in your gaze. How enslaved have you become now! Who shall bring you back to the King?
O Jewish daughters of the factories! In your gaze I see hidden the charm of the small Jewish town, the glimmer of the faraway home .
You stride upon stony streets, where sky and earth are concealed from your eyes — but your skirts still retain the aroma of your native field .
And when I observe you more closely I behold much more: The ancient crowns of milleniums are shining through the yoke .
For princesses are you all, nobility rests calmly in your gaze. How enslaved have you become now! Who shall bring you back to the King?
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