| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | On to the East | | By Naphtali Herz Imber (Trans. Rebecca A. Altman) |
| | | YOUR loins let girt be, | |
| Your staff in hand hold; | |
| Upon your shoulders now fling ye | |
| Your treasures and gold. | |
| In the Lord hope, and pleading | 5 |
| His counsel implore, | |
| Your band He’ll be leading, | |
| To Canaan’s green shore! | |
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| There in the land of our sires | |
| We never shall fear | 10 |
| The lash which hatred inspires | |
| In evil men here. | |
| We, too, will the sword don, | |
| And the foe bravely breast, | |
| Up, brethren! and lead on | 15 |
| To our land in the East! | |
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| With joy we’ll our land till, | |
| Her clods melt with caresses, | |
| With plenty our stores fill, | |
| With old wine our presses. | 20 |
| We’ll be gleeful and care-free, | |
| Our souls within will rejoice, | |
| Up, brethren! why pause ye? | |
| On to Jerusalem, our choice! | |
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| On Moriah’s high mountain, | 25 |
| We’ll our banner outspread, | |
| We’ll drink from God’s fountain, | |
| Our ranks He will head! | |
| From the City’s high tower | |
| The Lord’s standard will wave, | 30 |
| Brethren, up! summon power, | |
| March to Zion! Ye brave! | | | | |
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