Far from thy bosom, their home;
Most of their portion of goods they have squandered;
Farther and farther they roam.
We are thy children, and we have departed
To the lone country afar,
We would arise, we come back broken-hearted;
Take us back just as we are.
Not for the ring or the robe we entreat thee,
Nor for high place at the feast;
Only to see thee, to touch thee, to greet thee,