Their tale of sorrow did I unfold,
No Simchas Torah to-day we’d hold.
And why should I tell it you all again?
In our bones ’tis branded with fire and pain.
We have sacrificed all. We have given our wealth,
Our homes, our honours, our land, our health,
Our lives—like Hannah[77] her children seven—
For the sake of the Torah that came from heaven.
And now, what next? Will they let us be?
Have the nations then come at last to see