Far from East

My heart is in the East
but I am in the farthest West.
How can I feel at home in this distant place?
How can my feet know the soil where I have no face?
Not Spain, though Spanish be spoken,
So far away, my heart is broken.

Oh, Jerusalem, I will not forget you!
Though my heart turn black,
Though my hand whither upon me,
Though age take my mind and my will.

My heart walks on the mountain tops of Carmel and Tzfat,
My soul soars in Metula and high above Eilat.
My feet walk on the land of rushing waters,
But my love is in the land of my fathers.