Here my sons shed their blood: Minister Avitan dedicated a piyyut to Amit ben Yigal the 14th

August 11, 2020   

This week, on the 23rd of Av, it will be 45 years since the passing of the poet and bard Rabbi David Bozaglo, who composed many piyyutim, about whom it was said that "from David to David, no one rose like David.". Regular income from National Insurance? Check your eligibility for a monthly pension today In his speech yesterday in the Knesset, the Minister of Religious Services, Rabbi Yaakov Avitan, dedicated the song "But in You I Was Born" to the memory of the soldier Amit Ben Yigal, who was murdered by an unjust terrorist. Minister Avitan concluded: "The words of Rabbi David Bozaglo, z"l, are especially necessary for us today, to reunite this nation and say: Enough with divisiveness! Enough with sowing hatred and destruction! We must come to our senses and understand that at this time our people want one thing: to preserve the peace of their sons and to take care of their health and livelihood." Below are the words of the poem: In you I was born / Rabbi David Bozaglo In you I was born / In you I was born / I stood / I stood / My soul lives because of you from house to house / Like fire / And the dead / Call me a sparrow in your kingdom / To dwell / As my desire / Under the shadow of your shadow you are given to dwell / My bed / This is my land / On the wind of my heart / On my forehead and my forehead / And I will cast my shoe among the strangers, and the stranger shall not defile thy borders: all nations that come shall go astray: for thou art a king over all, and shalt redeem thee from the hand of thy captors: he shall save thee, and shalt establish thee upon a throne of glory: thy work shall be done, my son: shew me, shew me, the love of children for their mothers, for them for them. All is precious, and shall not be precious. The night is turned into the light of day in time. Your fire / to call them / will make them a place for their fire, a place for them to stand / in cities / and villages / by seas and rivers from the right / with mountains / from the east and the west and from the mountains and from the plains. Here my sons shed their blood / and here they bought their world / for them and for the bread of their dreams, the sons of their people / who are with them / seeking their good and their peace.