Meir of Rothenburg, Songs of Exile — The Burning of the Law
“ That yearn to tread thy courts, that sore desire Thy sanctuary; That, panting for thy land's sweet dust, are grieved, And sorrow in their souls, And by the flames of wasting fire bereaved, Mourn for thy scrolls; That grope in shadow of unbroken night, Waiting the day to see Which o'er them yet shall cast a radiance bright, And over thee? Ask of the welfare of the man of woe, With breaking heart, in vain Lamenting ever for thine overthrow, And for thy pain ”
