The Legend of my Dove
Lyrics and music: Meir Ariel
“My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.” (Song of Songs)
Ask about the heart of Jerusalem
Ask how it feels –
Stones in the heart of Jerusalem
The busy marketplace
It is enveloped in lies and injustice
At the foot of the work of the wall
However through the veil one sees
Our city naked
It does not pursue justice
It does not want peace
Because there is no peace without justice
Only why have we come here?
Did we dream a dream?
Will you awaken today?’
My dove is again in the clefts of the rock
The hawk is rustling above
And in the hiding places of the rock
The cunningness opens
This – the lands of the sea behind us
We have desired them
This – the lands surrounding us
We have sung to them
This – that same convoy on the road
Facing the sea
The king follows
Covered with blood
Desert, his soul – also,
They are all upon us
How does Jerusalem beautify itself
And everyone dances –
Participates and surely wears away
Clothed in droves
Ask the debates of its ministers
Neither tall nor lofty
Only a match is missing in its courtyards
And the entire courtyard is busy
And we have already been in the oven
Now we are in the frying pan
Pumping on hired respect
Exploding a little
Passing through fire slowly
Why have you been dispatched so vigorously
To scratch with the knife?
Enough already let the knife also rest –
Yes, leave the knife alone
The seventh fallow year according to law you know how to do
When you run to take more and more lands?
Possibly by fraud, with a concern of theft, under darkness
With the government’s immunity? Is this redemption? Is this honour?
Like a thief in the Judean resistance?
And to whom will you sell your “booty” during the seventh fallow year
Or perhaps you will become Muslim or Christian for the year?
And who will you play dumb with seventh year after seventh year
With more land under you captured in praise?
Who does not like it? You are taking land –
Redemption you are not giving, or perhaps your fingers
Which are very very very very very tight
Are trained to loosen? Trained to release?
Trained to let go?
It is from mother mother earth
Yes mother earth
It is from mother mother earth
Until my death!
Don’t awaken and don’t wake up
Hatred which is not desired
Just leave it and they will not return
Neither rabbi nor minister nor prayer leader
Someone will still awaken
Awaken from his dream;
We will be forgotten and denounced
We will drown in the abyss
If only I had seen your face
Listened to your voice
Truth and justice at your gates
How beautiful is your face!
How lovely is your voice
Grace in the eyes of your friend!
In the song there are references to many verses and legends. Pay heed to Meir Ariel’s version from the fourth stanza (My dove is again in the clefts of the rock) and the following legend from Mekhilta from the Beshalach Torah portion, 2:13:
"Why were the Children of Israel similar (on the sea) to the dove that fled from the hawk and entered the crevices of the rock, and there was a snake nesting there. If it enters from the front – the snake will rage, and if it comes out – the hawk is standing outside. What did it do? Firstly it screamed and beat its wings so that the dovecote owner would hear and come to save it. So too were the Children of Israel similar to the sea – they could not descend to the sea, it had still not opened for them; they could not turn back, because Pharaoh had already sacrificed; they immediately started to pray; “And the Children of Israel shall call to the Lord”."