Unter Dayne Vayse Shtern

Unter dayne vayse shtern Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant Mayne verter zaynen trern viln ruen in dayn hant Ze, es tunklt zeyer finkl In mayn kelerdikn blik Un ikh hob gornit kayn vinkl Zey tsu shenken dir tsurik Un ikh vil dokh, got getrayer Dir fartroyen mayn farmg Vayl es mogt in mir a fayer Un in fayer mayne teg Nor in kelern un lekher Veynt di merderishe ru Loyf ikh hekher, iber dekher Un ikh zukh, vu bistu, vu? Nemen yogn mikh meshune Trep un hoyfn mit gevoy Heng ikh a geplatste strune Un ikh zing tsu dir azoy Unter dayne vayse shtern Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant Mayne verter zaynen trern viln ruen in dayn hant Ze, es tunklt zeyer finkl In mayn kelerdikn blik Un ikh hob gornit kayn vinkl Zey tsu shenken dir tsurik

Under Your white stars Stretch to me Your white hand. My words are tears, Wanting to rest in Your hand. See, they twinkle very darkly In my cellar-beaten view; And I have no place How to send them back to You. And I will, dear God, Confide in you these of mine While in me a fire grows And on fire are my days. But in cellars and holes Cries the murderous quiet I fly higher, over rooftops And I search: Where are You? Where? Something strange hunts me Stairs and courtyards are on chase I hang as a broken bow-string And I sing to You this way: Under Your white stars Stretch to me Your white hand. My words are tears, Wanting to rest in Your hand. See, they twinkle very darkly In my cellar-beaten view; And I have no place How to send them back to You.