Hershele Danielovitch: Who Can Know What I Lack

Who Can Know What I Lack
by Hershele Danielovitch

Who can know what I lack
What torments me, what delights

What tortures me, Woe!
in the depths of me

Something I feel touching me
how it frosts and freezes

how I fever cold and hot
soaked in damp of sweat

How my body to its core
is an open deep felt sore

and it presses, burns and scalds
as I die step by step