Abwoon d'bwashmaya
Nethqadash shmakh
Tetjtey mal kuthakh
Nehway tzevyanach aykanna
d'bwashmaya aph b'arha
Hawvlan lachma d'sunganan yaomana,
Washboqlan khautayn (wakhtahayn) aykanadaph khnan shbwaqan l'khayyabayn.
Wela tahlan l'nesyuna
Ela patzan min bisha
Metol dilakhie malkuha
Wahayla wateshbukhta l'ahlam almin.
Ameyn.
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“Shed no Tears”
Shed not a
tear at my departing, for I didn’t really leave;
Don’t
surround yourself with sadness I don’t want you to grieve.
For I have
ended all my ills and conquered all my pain;
I’ve
defeated morbidity, dull days, sufferings long reign.
Now I can
embrace eternity’s wondrous terrain
In its
peaceful gardens, I shall walk again.
So don’t
indulge in sadness or empty days,
But fill
every waking moment in useful ways:
Reach out
for solace and in good cheer,
I’ll be
there to comfort you and to hold you near.
Now, dry the
tear that may well in your eye,
Don’t for my
mortal passing cry:
For my
spirit dwells within you now as ere I fly:
Alive! Alive
in your memory, I shall never die.
