The people of Israel, cry, cry! You lost your star, divine and blessed; It will not ever light the sky - And dark will catch the earthly place. There is, at last, a single man, Who'd lost the whole world at that; Void of a thought, a sense, midst plains, He sought her trace's easy shade! Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October, 2000 Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, May, 2001