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Good Night, World

 

1                     Good night, wide world,

2                     Great, stinking world.

3                     Not you, but I slam the gate.

4                     With the long gabardine,

5                     With the yellow patch – burning –

6                     With proud stride

7                     I decide -- :

8                     I am going back to the ghetto.

9                     Wipe out, stamp out all traces of apostasy.

10                  I wallow in your filth.

11                  Blessed, blessed, blessed,

12                  Hunchbacked Jewish life.

13                  Go to hell, with your polluted cultures, world.

14                  Though all is ravaged,

15                  I am dust of your dust,

16                  Sad Jewish life.

 

17                  Prussian pig and hate-filled Pole;

18                  Jew-killers, land of guzzle and gorge.

19                  Flabby democracies, with your cold

20                  Sympathy compresses.

21                  Good night, electro-impudent world.

22                  Back to my kerosene, tallowed shadows,

23                  Eternal October, minute stars,

24                  To my warped streets and hunchbacked lanterns,

25                  My worn-out pages of the Prophets,

26                  My Gemaras, to arduous

27                  Talmudic debates, to lucent, exegetic Yiddish,

28                  To Rabbinical Law, to deep-deep meaning, to duty, to what is right.

29                  World, I walk with joy to the quiet ghetto light.

 

30                  Good night. It’s all yours, world. I disown

31                  My liberation.

32                  Take back your Jesusmarxists, choke on their arrogance.

33                  Croak on a drop of our baptized blood.

34                  And though He tarries, I have hope;

35                  Day in, day out, my expectation grows.

36                  Leaves will yet green

37                  On our withered tree.

38                  I don’t need any solace.

39                  I return to our cramped space.

40                  From Wagner’s pagan-music to chants of sacred humming.

41                  I kiss you, tangled strands of Jewish life.

42                  Within me weeps the joy of coming home.