Jerusalem! Have you no greeting?
Judah ha-Levi
Early 12th Century
Possibly his best-known and most influential poem, Judah ha-Levi’s “Jerusalem! Have you no greeting?” remains part of the liturgy for the Ninth of Av. The Hebrew poem expresses ha-Levi’s desire to emigrate to the land of Israel, which entailed a rejection of the Andalusi culture in which he was raised. Like similar Arabic odes, this poem begins with a lament for the physical spaces and then turns to the poet’s own heartache. Ha-Levi alternates between speaking for himself and speaking for Jerusalem. This poem had numerous imitators among later Jewish poets and was influential into the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, inspiring literary translations into a number of modern languages, including a German one by Moses Mendelssohn.
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Creator Bio
Judah ha-Levi
Born in either Toledo or Tudela, in al-Andalus (Muslim Spain), Judah ha-Levi later moved to Granada, where he became a physician and leading poet. For the better part of his life, ha-Levi was a highly successful member of the elite class of Andalusi Jewish courtier-rabbis, composing poems of unusual power and lyricism, and maintaining relationships with prominent figures of his day. He later wrote, in Arabic, a theological defense of Judaism known in Hebrew as the Kuzari. This work was completed around 1135, although there may have been a first draft already in 1125. It took the form of an imagined dialogue between the king of the Khazars, a historical figure known to have converted to Judaism, and another figure, a stand-in for Judah ha-Levi himself. At a certain point, ha-Levi repudiated certain aspects of his Jewish courtly life and decided, perhaps as an act of piety, to travel to Palestine. He made the voyage in the very last year of his life, and spent most of that year in Egypt, but he seems to have devised a first plan to do so a decade earlier. It is possible that he reached Palestine. In the early summer of 1141, his ship left Egypt, and the voyage would have been only about a week or so. By the late summer, however, he was dead.
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And there are men who coveted you
Bear my greetings
The earth, like a girl-child
So pressed by longing for the living God