Monday, May 21, 2018

Jerusalem the Golden

The world watched as the U.S. moved its embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, and dozens of Palestinians died. Some were adults protesting. Others were children. At least one was a baby. It reminded me of one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. It's by Jorge Drexler and it's called the Milonga (a kind of song from Uruguay/Argentina) of a Jewish Moor.



There's a lament for every wall in Jerusalem the Golden,
and a thousand wasted lives for each commandment.
I'm the dust of your wind, and even though I bleed from your wounds
and every beloved stone holds my deepest love,
there's not a stone in the world that's worth a life.

I'm a Jewish Moor who lives with Christians.
𝄆 I don't know which God is mine, nor who my brothers are. 𝄇

There's not a death that doesn't hurt me; there's no winning side.
It's nothing but pain and another life leaving this earth.
War is a very poor teacher, regardless of which of its disguises you've seen.
Pardon me if I don't pledge allegiance to any flag.
Any chimera is worth more than a pathetic piece of cloth.

I'm a Jewish Moor who lives with Christians.
𝄆 I don't know which God is mine, nor who my brothers are. 𝄇

And I've never given anybody permission to kill in my name.
A human is only a human, and if there's a God,
that's the way he intended it to be.
The ground that I tread will still be here after I'm long gone. 

There's no doctrine that won't pass away,
and there's no people that's never believed itself to have been the chosen people.

I'm a Jewish Moor who lives with Christians.
𝄆 I don't know which God is mine, nor who my brothers are. 𝄇

I'm a Jewish Moor who lives with Christians. 

(translation my own)

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