Theodore Herzl

FAREWELL, O Prince, farewell, O sorely tried!

You dreamed a dream and you have paid the cost:

To save a people leaders must be lost;

By foes and followers be crucified,

Yet ’tis your body only that has died.

The noblest soul in Judah is not dust

But fire that works in every vein and must

Reshape our life, rekindling Israel’s pride.

So we behold the captain of our strife

Triumphant in this moment of eclipse;

Death has but fixed him to immortal life,

His flag upheld, the trumpet at his lips.

And while we, weeping rend our garment’s hem,

“Next year,” we cry, “next year, Jerusalem.”