Called to life the gang of Yankl Chmol.
Though on their chests that same Shtern⁵³⁵ of David they carry,
All tremble with fright, because Jews are beaten
But if Yankl or his companions took something
From the property of my or your father,
It is a question from before the war, from habit to this day
For a whole week we have so much work that even today,
We must celebrate the seventh day, Saturday,
And if someone otherwise arranges,
SS –Shomrey Shabes⁵³⁶ order maintains.
[5] Today it is good, because thanks to the Community
We may eat even a kilo of horse meat
While doing so reciting the main prayer,
While ensuring our skullcaps covered every hair.
And one must thank Mister Chairman,
Because he gives per head 300 grams of bread.
Because it would be unequal if he wouldn’t give
And instead of bread we would have shit.
Today when I look around enchanted
And with the cleanliness of a gutter entranced
Szajsewóz⁵³⁷ I see the Jews transported —
I am grateful to you, father of the Jew-stricken!
Against theft to proclaim this slogan, I wished,
Yet as the eighth hour struck,⁵³⁸ the light went out.
[6] The bells ring
The bells ring, and the crows croak;
Chaim the First, the mad one,
Over millions rules.
535 (Yiddish) Star.
536 (Hebrew) “Great Redemption,” the seventh day of the festival of Sukkot, during which a procession circles the synagogue seven times.
537 (German, Polish). Literally, shit wagon. In the Łódź ghetto it was pulled by men, instead of horses.
538 Beginning with March 1941, electricity could be used only until eight o’clock in the evening.
