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

