Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

Here you will find the Poem This night is irredeemable of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

This night is irredeemable

This night is irredeemable.
 Where you are, it is still bright.
 At the gates of Jerusalem,
 a black sun is alight.

 The yellow sun is hurting,
 sleep, baby, sleep.
 The Jews in the Temple?s burning
 buried my mother deep.

 Without rabbi, without blessing,
 over her ashes, there,
 the Jews in the Temple?s burning
 chanted the prayer.

 Over this mother,
 Israel?s voice was sung.
 I woke in a glittering cradle,
 lit by a black sun.