Legend of the Chalice
Shimon Frug
1882
“Is it true, dear mother,
What grandfather tells us?
That a chalice stands in heaven
Before the throne of God?
“And with each blow struck us
At the hands of cruel men,
Does a tear fall in our chalice
From the sad eyes of the Lord?
“And when the sacred chalice fills,
Fills to the brim with tears,
Will the Messiah we sing praise to,
The Messiah we pray to, come?
The Messiah our poor nation
Has awaited so impatiently, so long?”
* * *
“Yes, my child, that is the sacred truth,”
The mother said in sadness.
And the child fell silent, thinking,
But soon asked once again:
“When, dear mother, will tears
Fill our chalice to the brim?
What if the ages dry those tears?
What if there is no end?”
The child’s shining, innocent eyes
Full of meekness and affection,
Fixed on the mother’s hanging head,
But the mother only stood;
A tear trembled on her lashes . . .
There! Sparkling like a diamond,
A tear falls on her child’s head
And spills quietly on his brow . . .
Lord! Let this teardrop, too,
Fall into the holy chalice.
Translated by
Marian
Schwartz
.
Credits
Shimon Frug, “Legenda o shash” [Legend of the Chalice], Ruskii evrei 52 (Winter 1882), republished in S. G. Frug, Polnoe sobranie sochinenii, vol. 1: 1880–1891 (St. Petersburg: Evreiskaia zhizn’, 1892?), pp. 59–60.
Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 7.