A spokesman of the people
Master of the Universe! 
I stand in the center of a n all-Gentile world... 
And I am cold in the sun, like an unclothed body in a field of snow.
We are faithful to our religion... 
...Until the scattering of the ashes of the burning bush

Narrator-Observer
But they should know:
This, their spilt blood, has a limit and a purpose...

A spokesman of the people
And if not—
No more will we come through fire and water, oh no!

The people
We do not wish for exile, the burning wells of kerosene...
We do not wish to enter heaven through gates of fire
Not through river-waves in a world of Gentiles...
We wish to be fully aware of our borders and the
entire extent of power!

Narrator-Observer
Or declare and announce:

God in His ugliness
You are absolved-of-Mount-Sinai!...
Go in the valley and roam in the good plain
And see: how lovely is this tree,
how sparkling this river!

The people: cantor with congregation
This way or that, Master o f the Universe!
You are not accustomed to a Jew standing up and demanding.
You are accustomed to his praise, to the cantillation of his prayers...

Narrator
And if, heaven forbid— You should say: Yes
Like the ebb and flow of the sea - purposeless, limiteless -...

A spokesman of the people
I tell You: No!
If, heaven forbid-such is Your word.

The people - in a soft, lamenting prayer
I will make a tear in my prayer shawl, a tear in the curtain of the Ark!
The people will turn their back...
And I shall go with the people,...
And I shall weep, shall weep...