Wind blew, light drew them all.
New songs revive their mornings.
Only I, small bird, am forsaken
under the Shekhina-s wing.
Alone. I remain alone.
The Shekhina-s broken wing
trembled over my head. My heart knew hers:
her fear for her only son.
Driven from every ridge -
one desolate corner left -
in the House of Study she hides in shadow,
and I alone share her pain.
Imprisoned beneath her wing
my heart longed for the light.
She buried her face on my shoulder
and a tear fell on my page.
Dumbly she clung and wept.
Her broken wing sheltered me:
-scattered to the four winds of heaven;
they are gone, and I am aloneâ?.
It was an ancient lament
a suppliant cry I heard
in that lost and silent weeping,
and in that scalding tear.
Alone
Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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