If only I could do with my words what you,
with your arms and legs and hands, do,
girl of the Tzabarim dance.
You let your body go.
You let the music and God flow through you.
No false smile; only the subtle bliss
of one possessed by the dance.
The feeling threatens to overwhelm you;
you master it into a graceful gesture, a delicate turn.
You let the music of God possess you.
You dance like the women danced
when David slew the Philistine,
girl of the Tzabarim dance.
If only I could do with my words what you,
with your arms and legs and hands, do,
girl of the Tzabarim dance.
youtube video of the Tzabarim Folklore Ensemble: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLszdqHMEhQ
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_071_tzabarim.MP3 .