League of hearts oath
"The gentile shall not see us cry, nor hear our mourn and moans,
With bodies sturk with despair and falling to our knees with a groan;
After their pleasure on the blood, they shall not thrive on the tears."
This is my attempt to translate a (part of a) poem by Uri Zvi Greenberg (full Hebrew version found here).
Far harder to do it then I thought it would be.
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