Don't Think

Don’t Think
by I.L.Peretz (translated from Yiddish)

Don’t think the world is a tavern – created
For fighting your way, with fists and with nails
To the bar, where you gorge and you guzzle, while others
Look on, glassy-eyed, from the floor in the back
Swooning from hunger, and swallowing spit
Drawing their swollen cramped bellies in tighter
O don’t think the world is a tavern.

Don’t think the world is a market – created
So the stronger can prey on the tired and weak
And purchase the virtue of girls that are needy,
From women, the milk of their breasts, and from men,
The marrow of their bones, from children their smiles
That infrequent guest in the innocent face
O don’t think the world is a market.

Don’t think the world is a jungle – created
For wolves and for foxes, for theft and for swindle
The heavens – a drape so that one won't be noticed
The fog - so that none can behold what your hands are
The wind - so that every wild outcry is smothered
The earth - that will soak up the blood of the victims.
O don’t think the world is a jungle.

The world is no tavern, no market, no jungle.
Here everything's weighed, every action is measured.
Not one drop of blood, not one tear is unnoticed.
No spark disappeared from an eye is not missed.
From teardrops come rivers, from rivers come oceans,
From oceans - great storms, from sparks - a great thunder.
O don't think the world has no justice!

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