For the Sixtieth Jubilee of the Poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik

David Saliman Tsemah


Yeshurun sings, when in him it sees a delicate beauty in the bloom of her youth1
playing the lyre in her bosom’s embrace, her song gladdening the sorrowful heart.
A charming doe2 [even] without kohl or rouge, perfumed3 with all kinds of fragrances,
she was cultivated amongst the Arabs, and from them she is adorned with nose-rings
and [with] four…
Please login or register for free access to Posen Library Already have an account?

Engage with this Source

You may also like