AND I TELL YOU
And I tell you the good in humanity will win
Over all
the wickedness, over all the wrongs they have done.
They will look at the pages of written history and be
amazed;
And then they will laugh and sing.
And the good that is in humanity, children in their
cradles,
Will have won.
Here I stand, the Jew, marked by history, for who can count how long?
Wrapped in compassion as in a Tallit, staring every storm in the face.
Write songs of pain, sing prayers of torment, refresh yourself with suffering.
Too much for one people, small and weak--it is enough to share out among the whole human race.
But G-d has planted in me goodness, compassion, as a parent loves a child,
So I writhe with pain, weep and sing, sing and weep, For the blood knows the heart of the world is not made of stone;
The wonderful light of God's face is for all eternity stamped on it firm and deep;
And the heart feels that there is a day and an hour, and a mountain called Zion;
And then all the sufferings will gather there and will all become song,
Ringing out into every corner of the earth, from end to end,
And the nations will hear it, and like caravans in the desert will all to that mountain throng.