Kol Hakavod!

Dan Almagor

1966

Kol Hakavod!

At noon in the kasbah
When the souk was packed
I’d be walking around
My chest toned and hard
And they’d all be saying: What a guy
And as I walked down the alleyways
From every window they waved:
Kol Hakavod!
They all knew right then
Who’s deserving  of all the honor
They all knew very well
Who’s always deserving  of all the honor
…
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Creator Bio

Dan Almagor

b. 1935

Dan Almagor was born in Ramat Gan to Polish immigrants and grew up in Reḥovot. He studied under Leah Goldberg and Shimon Halkin at the Hebrew University. A prolific writer, Almagor has written plays, songs, and journalism. He is also a translator and a television and radio host. Almagor is best known for his translations and adaptations of plays, including My Fair Lady, Fiddler on the Roof, and Guys and Dolls.

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