by S. L. Shneiderman
KUZMIR (in Polish known as Kazimierz)
Kuzmir, old Polish soil
On which Mitskevitch once walked.
You, royal corner, full of dreams and full of pride.
I am your poet!
I, the Jew
Who grew up with wild honey-cakes
In your impoverished palaces
I sing to you, you wonderful shtetl
My first songs
In honest simple Yiddish.
- Translated by Miriam Isaacs