To what he feels to be the hopeless tragedy of the worker is added
in Rosenfeld’s verse the hopeless tragedy of the Jew—the wanderer
who has lost the power to laugh. In Sephira[9] as well as in other
poems, he brings out the fact that the Jew has set his Passover
and the period of mourning following it, in the happiest time of
the year. This poem, which has been really adequately translated
into verse by Alice Stone Blackwell, is one of his saddest and
most beautiful: