No savor now has Jewish life, no grace
Has Jewish Joy! Above, in heaven’s deep
The silvery clouds are floating; and the woods
Are full of life, but we sit down and weep.
Spicy the forest is, the garden green;
How fresh and cool spring’s breezes blowing by!
But what concern is that of yours, O Jew?
’Tis now Sephira; you are mute and sigh.
The lovely summer, comfort of men’s lives,
Passes in sobbing and in sighs away.