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NON TRADITIONAL Haggadah 1945 Hanoar Ha Lomed Israel
NON TRADITIONAL Haggadah 1945 Hanoar Ha Lomed Israel
This Haggadah was published for HaMahanot HaOlim, a Labor Zionist youth movement founded in 1929.
Printed in 1945 during the final months of World War II, this edition integrates modern Jewish suffering and armed resistance directly into the Haggadah layout. Following a couple of the pages as examples:
Yizkor (Memorial Text)
The text on this page is a specialized modern secular Yizkor prayer, formatted to mourn the victims of the Holocaust and support the surviving refugees. A hand-drawn memorial candle borders the right side of the page.
| Hebrew Transcription | English Literal Translation |
|---|---|
| נִזְכֹּר | We shall remember |
| אֶת שְׁאֵרִית יִשְׂרָאֵל אֲשֶׁר עוֹד הוֹתִיר הַגֵּיהִנּוֹם הַנָּאצִי, אֶת שְׂרִידֵי הַחֶרֶב, הָרָעָב, הָעִנּוּיִים וְהָאֵימָה, הַנִּמָקִים עוֹד הַיּוֹם עֲרוּמִים וּשְׁכוּלִים, לְלֹא בַּיִת וּלְלֹא מוֹלֶדֶת בְּאַרְצוֹת הַגּוֹלָה; הַנּוֹדְדִים בַּדְּרָכִים וְהַנִּדָּדִים בַּמַּחֲנוֹת – |
The remnant of Israel that was still left behind by the Nazi hell; the survivors of the sword, the hunger, the tortures, and the terror, who languish even today, naked and bereaved, without a home and without a homeland in the lands of exile; those wandering on the roads and those confined in the camps – |
| אוֹת קָלוֹן וְדֵרָאוֹן לִמְנַצְּחִים שַׁלִּיטֵי עוֹלָם. וְהֵם כָּלִים וְנִכְמָהִים לַעֲלוֹת אֶל בֵּיתָם. נִתְיַחֵד עִם אֶבְלָם הַקֹּדֵר, עִם אֲסוֹנָם הָעָמֹק מִנִּי תְּהוֹם. |
a mark of shame and disgrace to the victors, the rulers of the world. And they are wasting away and yearning to go up to their home. We shall unite with their somber mourning, with their disaster deeper than the abyss. |
| נִזְכֹּר אֶת רִבְבוֹת בְּנֵי עַמֵּנוּ בַּגּוֹלָה אֲשֶׁר הוּשְׁמְדוּ עַל יְדֵי חַיַּת-אָדָם, אֲשֶׁר הוּבְלוּ בְּקָרוֹנוֹת הַמָּוֶת אֶל הַתֶּפֶת, אֲשֶׁר נִכְלְאוּ, עֻנּוּ וּמֵתוּ בְּמַחֲנוֹת הַהֶסְגֵּר. |
We shall remember the tens of thousands of our people in exile who were destroyed by the human beast, who were led in death wagons to the pit of fire, who were imprisoned, tortured, and died in the concentration camps. |
Shir HaPartisanim (The Partisan Hymn)(The Partisan Hymn). The hymn was originally composed in Yiddish in 1943 by poet and partisan fighter Hirsh Glick in the Vilna Ghetto, translated into Hebrew by labor movement poet Avraham Shlonsky.
The accompanying illustrations on this page reflect early pre-state Labor Zionist line-art graphics: a young pioneer standing watch wearing a utility uniform, and a top border scene showing armed resistance fighters inside a European forest.
| Hebrew Transcription (Avraham Shlonsky) | English Literal Translation |
|---|---|
| אַל נָא תֹּאמַר: “הִנֵּה דַּרְכִּי הָאַחֲרוֹנָה, אֶת אוֹר הַיּוֹם הִסְתִּירוּ שְׁמֵי הָעֲנָנָה!” זֶה יוֹם נִכְסַפְנוּ לוֹ עוֹד יַעַל וְיָבוֹא וּמִצְעָדֵנוּ עוֹד יַרְעִים: אֲנַחְנוּ פֹּה! |
Never say: “Here is my final path, The leaden skies have hidden the light of day!” The hour we have hungered for will yet arrive and come, And our marching step will thunder: We are here! |
| מִגְּבוּל הַקֶּבֶר וְעַד עִיר הַתְּמָרִים, אֲנַחְנוּ פֹּה — בְּמַכְאוֹבוֹת וְיִסּוּרִים, וּבַאֲשֶׁר טִפַּת דָּמֵנוּ שָׁם נִגְּרָה הֲלֹא יָנוּב עוֹד עֹז רוּחֵנוּ בִּגְבוּרָה. |
From the borders of the grave to the city of palms, We are here — through heartaches and agonies, And wherever a drop of our blood was spilled, There our courage will blossom in heroism. |
| עַמּוּד הַשַּׁחַר עַל יוֹמֵנוּ אוֹר יָהֵל, עִם הַצּוֹרֵר יַחֲלֹף תְּמוֹלֵנוּ כְּמוֹ צֵל, אַךְ אִם חָלִילָה יְאַחֵר לָבוֹא הָאוֹר — כְּמוֹ סִיסְמָה יְהֵא הַשִּׁיר מִדּוֹר לְדוֹר. |
The pillar of dawn will shine light upon our day, And our yesterday will vanish like a shadow with the oppressor, But if, Heaven forbid, the light should delay — Like a password, this song will go from generation to generation. |
| בִּכְתָב הַדָּם וְהָעוֹפֶרֶת הוּא נִכְתָּב, הוּא לֹא שִׁירַת צִפּוֹר הַדְּרוֹר וְהַמֶּרְחָב, כִּי בֵּין קִירוֹת נוֹפְלִים שָׁרוּהוּ כָּל הָעָם, יַחְדָּיו שָׁרוּהוּ וְנָגָאנִים בְּיָדָם. |
In a script of blood and lead it is written, It is not the song of a free bird or open space, For amid collapsing walls the entire nation sang it, Together they sang it, with Nagant pistols in their hands. |
| עַל-כֵּן אַל נָא תֹּאמַר: “דַּרְכִּי הָאַחֲרוֹנָה…” | Therefore, never say: “My final path…” |
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