Such a beautiful song with such deep meaning

[LiberalLoner]

I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I love Ofra Haza and this song especially and wanted to share. I hope maybe one person here might like it too, besides me.

[JudyM]

1. What do you feel when you listen to it?

A feeling of hopefulness?
I watched but didn’t quite connect with it.

[LiberalLoner]

2. Yes, a spiritual type of feeling, connection to the divine?

[JudyM]

3. I could feel a little of that in her voice, but not the song or the music.

I listened to something by her before and liked it, no idea what it was. This one is your favorite of hers?

[LiberalLoner]

4. No, I think there are songs of hers I like better, maybe "Middle East" might be my favorite,

But this song…been thinking, and I think what I am feeling is the sadness of life when you are let down over and over, the sadness is inevitable suffering, but still praising God, still finding value in life. I guess that’s what I mean about liking the spirituality of the song.

[LiberalLoner]

5. Ah, no, this one is my favorite song of hers

[JudyM]

6. Profoundly haunting.

Brings you there, so emotional. So simple and profoundly sad.

Musically beautiful, and what a vibrato she has.

Thanks for sharing this, LiberalLoner, it’s certainly memorable.

[LiberalLoner]

9. ❤️👍

[highplainsdem]

8. Beautiful! Thanks for posting this.

[LiberalLoner]

10. ❤️

[JudyM]

7. Your description reminds me

of this Stevie Smith poem, maybe you know it:

Away, Melancholy

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.

The ant is busy
He carrieth his meat,
All things hurry
To be eaten or eat.
Away, melancholy.

Man, too, hurries,
Eats, couples, buries,
He is an animal also
With a hey ho melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Man of all creatures
Is superlative
(Away melancholy)
He of all creatures alone
Raiseth a stone
(Away melancholy)
Into the stone, the god
Pours what he knows of good
Calling, good, God.
Away melancholy, let it go.

Speak not to me of tears,
Tyranny, pox, wars,
Saying, Can God
Stone of man's thoughts, be good?
Say rather it is enough
That the stuffed
Stone of man's good, growing,
By man's called God.
Away, melancholy, let it go.

Man aspires
To good,
To love
Sighs;

Beaten, corrupted, dying
In his own blood lying
Yet heaves up an eye above
Cries, Love, love.
It is his virtue needs explaining,
Not his failing.

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go

[LiberalLoner]

11. Such a beautiful poem...first time hearing it...thank you for sharing it!

[LiberalLoner]

12. Here is her song "Middle East" that I also love.