Mourner's Kaddish (a prayer for the dead)A Poem by Allen SmucklerThe poem begins AFTER the Hebrew version...and that photo. Don't fret, I can't read it either. Don't run away from the transliteration, though...It's readable if you dare. Let's give it a shot...
I’m alone I’m alone (like before) yes alone, yet alone, so alone I’m alone, I’m alone, shut the door put the gun to my head, I’m alone…
Yit-gadal v’yit-kadassh shmay raba b’alma dee-vra che-ru-tay, ve'yam-lich mal-chutay b'chai-yay-chon uv'yo-may-chon uv-cha-yay d’chol beit yisrael Magnified, sanctified, God’s great name in the world which He created to his will He established His kingdom in our lifetime and during the lifetime of Israel.
My heart is dead, so I mourn for my soul in this dubious world left alone screaming wounds from the bottomless pit Are we left on this earth to atone?
ba-agala u'vitze-man ka-riv, ve'imru amein. Y'hay sh'may raba me'varach le-alam uleh-almay alma-ya.
swiftly and soon let us say, Amen May G-d’s great name be blessed for ever and ever.
Doth bequeath my joy sayeth the queen I’ve walked and chose at the fork in the road decide which way and live with the choice while my mind is about to explode.
Yit-barach v'yish-tabach, v'yit-pa-ar v'yit-romam v'yit-nasay, v'yit-hadar v'yit-aleh v'yit-halal sh'may d'koo-d'shah b'rich hoo. layla meen lol beer-chata,
Blessed, glorified, honored and extolled, adored and acclaimed be the name of the Holy One, though God is beyond all praises and songs of adoration.
though alone, still alone, is my theme not quite sure why I feel so alone I shiver and fear the regime, in the desert of waterless time.
v'she-rata, toosh-b'chata v'nay-ch'mata, da-a meran b'alma, ve'imru amein.
praise and consolation that are uttered in the world now respond amen.
glory be and save my soul Can’t you see my dear Lord I’m alone everyday.
Y'hay sh'lama raba meen sh'maya v'cha-yim aleynu v'al kol Yisrael, ve'imru amein. O'seh shalom beem-romav, hoo ya'ah-seh shalom aleynu v'al kol Yisrael, ve'imru amein.
May there be abundant peace from Heaven, and life upon us and upon all Israel, let us say amen. He who makes peace in His Heights, may he make peace, upon us and upon all Israel. Let us say, amen
Death be not proud on the edge of the bed and promenade alongside, with my dread. Father! I hardly knew thee, and thy mother and sister now dead!
© 2013 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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Added on April 27, 2013Last Updated on April 27, 2013 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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