Their looks for me are bitter，And bitter is their wordI may not glance behind unseen，I may not sigh unheard！
So fare we forth from Babylon，Along the road of stone；And none looks back to Babylon Save Isave I alone！
My mother‘s eyes are gloryfilled，Save when they fall on me；The shining of my father’s face I tremble when I see.
For they were slaves in Babylon，And now they‘re walking freeThey leave their chains in Babylon，I bear my chains with me！
At night a sound of singing The vast encampment fills；“Jerusalem！Jerusalem！”
But no one sings of Babylon，Their home of yesterdayAnd no one prays for Babylon，And II dare not pray！
Last night the Prophet saw me，And while he held me thereThe holy fire within his eyes Burned all my secret bare.
“What！Sigh you so for Babylon？”（I turned away my face）“Here’s one who turns to Babylon，Hearttraitor to her race！”
My heart upon the rack！I follow to JerusalemThe long road stretches backTo Babylon，to Babylon！
Bears farther off from Babylon A heart that cannot break！
