My heart is in the East

While I in western lands do pine,

My heart is in the East!

How can I taste of food and wine

When thou art sore oppress'd?

How can I vows and oaths repay

While Edom Zion holds,

While Arab's bond my land doth sway,

His chain me tight enfolds?

Th'abundance of this Spanish lnd

It is but nought to me,

If I midst brimming tears

Thy strand, Thy ruined strand could see.