Zog nit keyn mol

Jewish partisans' anthem in the Jewish partisans memorial in Giv'ataym, Israel

"Zog nit keyn mol" (Never Say; Yiddish: זאָג ניט קיין מאָל‎) or "Partizaner lid" (Partisan Song) is a Yiddish song considered one of the chief anthems of the Holocaust survivors and is sung in memorial services around the world.

History

The lyrics of the song were written in 1943 by Hirsh Glick, a young Jewish inmate of the Vilna Ghetto. The title means "Never Say", and derives from the first line of the song. Glick's lyrics were set to music from a pre-war Soviet song written by Pokrass brothers, Dmitri and Daniel, "Терская походная" (Terek Cossacks' March Song), also known as "То не тучи - грозовые облака" (Those aren't clouds but thunderclouds), originally from the 1937 film I, Son of Working People (story by Valentin Kataev).

Hirsch was inspired to write the song by news of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. During World War II, "Zog nit keyn mol" was adopted by a number of Jewish partisan groups operating in Eastern Europe. It became a symbol of resistance against Nazi Germany's persecution of the Jews and the Holocaust.

Lyrics

English translation Never say this is the final road for you, Though leaden skies may cover over days of blue. As the hour that we longed for is so near, Our step beats out the message: we are here! From lands so green with palms to lands all white with snow. We shall be coming with our anguish and our woe, And where a spurt of our blood fell on the earth, There our courage and our spirit have rebirth! The early morning sun will brighten our day, And yesterday with our foe will fade away, But if the sun delays and in the east remains – This song as motto generations must remain. This song was written with our blood and not with lead, It's not a little tune that birds sing overhead, This song a people sang amid collapsing walls, With pistols in hand[1] they heeded to the call. Therefore never say the road now ends for you, Though leaden skies may cover over days of blue. As the hour that we longed for is so near, Our step beats out the message: we are here! ^ The actual words used are "with nagants in the hand", a reference to the Nagant M1895 pistol, widely used in the early Soviet Union and having a reputation for ruggedness

Partial English translation by Paul Robeson[1] Never say that you have reached the very end When leaden skies a bitter future may portend. For sure the hour for which we yearn will yet arrive And our marching steps will thunder - we survive! Not lead, but blood, inscribed this bitter song we sing, It’s not a caroling of birds upon the wing. But ’twas a people midst the crashing fires of hell, That sang this song, and fought courageous till it fell!

Yiddish in transliteration zog nit keyn mol, az du geyst dem letstn veg, khotsh himlen blayene farshteln bloye teg. kumen vet nokh undzer oysgebenkte sho, s'vet a poyk ton undzer trot: mir zaynen do! fun grinem palmenland biz vaysn land fun shney, mir kumen on mit undzer payn, mit undzer vey, un vu gefaln s'iz a shprits fun undzer blut, shprotsn vet dort undzer gvure, undzer mut! s'vet di morgnzun bagildn undz dem haynt, un der nekhtn vet farshvindn mit dem faynt, nor oyb farzamen vet di zun in der kayor – vi a parol zol geyn dos lid fun dor tsu dor. dos lid geshribn iz mit blut, un nit mit blay, s'iz nit keyn lidl fun a faygl oyf der fray, dos hot a folk tsvishn falndike vent dos lid gezungen mit naganes in di hent. to zog nit keyn mol, az du geyst dem letstn veg, khotsh himlen blayene farshteln bloye teg. kumen vet nokh undzer oysgebenkte sho – s'vet a poyk ton undzer trot: mir zaynen do!

Original Yiddish זאָג ניט קיין מאָל, אַז דו גייסט דעם לעצטן וועג, כאָטש הימלען בלײַענע פֿאַרשטעלן בלויע טעג. קומען וועט נאָך אונדזער אויסגעבענקטע שעה – ס׳וועט אַ פּויק טאָן אונדזער טראָט: מיר זײַנען דאָ! פֿון גרינעם פּאַלמענלאַנד ביז ווײַסן לאַנד פֿון שניי, מיר קומען אָן מיט אונדזער פּײַן, מיט אונדזער וויי, און וווּ געפֿאַלן ס׳איז אַ שפּריץ פֿון אונדזער בלוט, שפּראָצן וועט דאָרט אונדזער גבֿורה, אונדזער מוט! ס׳וועט די מאָרגנזון באַגילדן אונדז דעם הײַנט, און דער נעכטן וועט פֿאַרשווינדן מיט דעם פֿײַנט, נאָר אויב פֿאַרזאַמען וועט די זון אין דער קאַיאָר – ווי אַ פּאַראָל זאָל גיין דאָס ליד פֿון דור צו דור. דאָס ליד געשריבן איז מיט בלוט, און ניט מיט בלײַ, ס׳איז ניט קיין לידל פֿון אַ פֿויגל אויף דער פֿרײַ, דאָס האָט אַ פֿאָלק צווישן פֿאַלנדיקע ווענט דאָס ליד געזונגען מיט נאַגאַנעס אין די הענט. טאָ זאָג ניט קיין מאָל, אַז דו גייסט דעם לעצטן וועג, כאָטש הימלען בלײַענע פֿאַרשטעלן בלויע טעג. קומען וועט נאָך אונדזער אויסגעבענקטע שעה – ס׳וועט אַ פּויק טאָן אונדזער טראָט: מיר זײַנען דאָ!

References

1. Zog nit keynmol Jewish Partisans Tribute Warsaw Ghetto Uprising 1943

• Fisher, Adam. An Everlasting Name: A Service for Remembering the Shoah. West Orange, NJ: Behrman House, 1991.
• Kalisch, Shoshana and Barbara Meister. Yes, We Sang! Songs of the Ghettos and Concentration Camps. New York: Harper & Row, 1985.

External links

• "Zog Nit Keynmol" Zemerl.com.
• זאָג נישט קיינמאָל! Yiddish text.
• Songs of the Holocaust
• Music of the Partisans
• Leaden Skies, musical physical theater work