To my friend

Your hands, lying feeble in your lap,
Lift them up, my friend, lift them.

It's time to fill your heart with courage,
For Jewish blood is stirring.

So wipe your eyes; enough complaining,
The dark clouds dissolve, the day dawns.

True, in shadow and ravening flame,
You still see beasts bowing to the devil.

But look: they burn.
But look how they roast,
They that trampled the Jews.

They who drove
Your wound deep,
They fall like flies in the slaughter.