A poem by Shmuel Halkin
In memory of the murdered poets and August 12.

To the Newborn Child

For the newborn: bless him.
With his mother’s milk, may he drink in
The thirst to bear a lamp for all people,
But the light should also be for his own people.
When he discovers for the world a new star,
May it for his own people not get any darker.

[translation: Z. Sh. B.]

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