The Poet Misses His Friends

Loud were their last goodbyes.

Hot is the pang in my heart.

Each time I think of them,

My sleep slips away in the night.

If you don’t think I worry for them

More than they did for me when they left me,

My wet eyes are my witness!

Is there not one good friend among them,

A brotherly soul you could tell

To drop me a line? I don’t even care

If all it says is: “We are well.”

Shmuel Hanagid (Samuel the Prince, you can read another of his poems here and also there.)

תוך לבבי אש יקודים

.תוך לבבי אש יקודים

משאון פרוד ידידים

אשבעה, מדי אדבר

.בם, עדי נשף נדודים

הם עזבוני בחרדת

.לב — ואינם לי חרדים

איך תכחשוני בדברי

!פה — ומי עיני מעידים

דברו נא לי לחבר

,טוב ואח גומל חסדים

יענני אם בשלוה

.הם ושלום מפחדים

שמואל הנגיד

The poet misses his friends by Shmuel hanagid


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