Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Susskind von TrimbergWhy Should I Wander Sadly?
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My harp within my hand,
O’er mountain, hill, and valley?
What praise do I command?
Belongs to race accursed;
Sweet Minne doth no longer
Reward me as at first.
We sing ’fore lords in vain,
I’ll leave the minstrels’ choir,
And roam a Jew again.
And on my breast full low,
By Jewish custom olden
My grizzled beard shall grow.
Those left to me on earth—
Nor sing for those who not yet
Have learned a poet’s worth.