Unter Dayne Vayse Shterne Translated

Under your white starry heaven


Offer me your pale white hand.


All my words are flowing teardrops.


I would place them in your hand.


Gone the luster from their brightness,


Seen through morbid cellar view,

 –
And I no longer have my own space


To reflect them back to you. 

 My devoted God I offer


Everything that I possess.


As the fire that I suffer


Fills each fiery day I pass.


Only in the holes and cellars


With deadly rest my days I share.


I run higher – over spire


Searching where are you, oh where? 

 I am chased by phantom beings


Stairs and courtyards goad me too.


There I hang a broken bowstring –


And I sing once more to you:


Under your white starry heaven


Offer me your pale white hand.


All my words are flowing teardrops,


I would place them in your hand. 

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One of the most beautiful songs to have come out of the Vilna ghetto, 'Unter dayne vayse shtern' (Under your white stars) was written by the poet Avraham Sutzkever and set to music by Avrom Brudno.