Tsi gleybstu, az bashertkeyt ken a red ton durkh a ershtn vort,
tsi gleybstu, az bashertkeyt vert shoyn klor fun same ershtn blik,
Un kenst aroysleyenen fun im dem uraltikn shprukh,
vos iz tsu gleybertseyt dayn psak, dayn gezer, dayn glik.Es iz der shmeykhl azoy umbaholfnun
un s’ tsitert di hent, vayl in der eyner rege
hobn zey dos gante lebn dayns in zikh arayngenumen.Itst veys ikh – nisht umzist hot mikh der toyt gemitn,
un s’iz gevorn mir a kishn yeder shteyn in veg,
un yede grenets, vi a zivg hot gefirt tsu dir,
vi tsu a vaytn, nisht bakanten breg.Un, ven afiln kh’volt gevornfar der tsayt farshnitn,
kh’volt nor mayn toyt gemuzt zikh umkern tsurik,
oyf oyftstutrogn du bashertkeyt in mayn blut,
oyf oysshepn di gantse biterkeyt fun letstn glik.

Translation:

Destination

Do you believe that fate can speak from a first word
Do you believe that a first glance shows your destiny 
and that you can read in it the old agreement,
Which is your verdict, your assignment and your happiness at the same time?

Now I understand – it’s not for no reason that death has avoided me 
and every stone on the road has become a pillow
and every border an alliance that leads to you
as to unknown distant shores.

The smile, so awkward,
the hands tremble
Because for this one moment they unfold your entire life.

And even if I will be taken before my time, 
I know, after I die, I have to come back
to fullfil which is destined in my blood,
to drink all the bitterness from the last cup of happiness.