Palms

Kotri, by the River.

At Kotri, by the river, When the evening sun is low, The waving palm trees quiver, The golden waters glow.

The shining ripples shiver, Descending to the sea; At Kotri, by the river, She used to wait for me.

So young she was and slender, So pale, with wistful eyes, As luminous and tender As Kotri's twilight skies.

I doubt if ever, though dust I be, The dust will lose the desire, the torment and hidden fire Of my passionate love for you, Aziz, whom I adore.

My dust will be full of your beauty as is the blue and infinite ocean full of the azure sky.

In the light that waxed and waned, playing about your slumber in silver bars, As the palm trees swung their feathery fronds athwart the stars, How quiet and young you were, pale as the champa flowers, Violet-veined, that sweet and fading lay in your loosened hair! How sweet you were in your sleep, with the starlight on your hair! Your throat thrown backwards, bare, And touched with circling moonbeams silver-white on the couch's somber shade, Oh, Aziz, my one delight! When youth's passionate pulses fade, and his golden heart beats slow; When across the infinite sky I see the rosy ate glow Of my last, last sunset flare, I shall send my thoughts to this night, And remember you as I die, The one thing among all the things of this world found fair.

How sweet you were in your sleep, with the starlight, silver and sable, across your hair! The First Lover As o'er the vessel's side she leant, she saw the swimmer in the sea, with eager eyes on her intent, "Come down, come down and swim with me!" So weary was she of her lot, tired of the ship's monotony, she straightway all the world forgot save the young swimmer in the sea.

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Palm Trees.

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And today's daf yomi gives us a simon, gives us a way to remember something.

And the example it says is a dikwa, and a palm tree.

The Gemara is telling us that a palm tree, that if you make a peel of its bark around, if you peel off a strip of the bark, that it's in its circumference of the palm tree, then the palm tree will dry up because the sap has no way to get up all the way to the top of the palm tree.

But if you peel it lengthwise, then it will be able to survive.

But we see, because the sap will still be able to get up from the bottom, we see that the palm tree is symbolizing the fact that if it's disconnected from its roots, it will not be able to survive.

The palm tree is, we take, from the palm tree on Sukkoth.

We take the lulav from the palm tree.

And the lulav is symbolizing that if a yid is cut off from its roots, if a yid is cut off from his or her connection to our sinai, to our mesorah, then chas v'shalom, we won't be able to survive.

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Coatree by the River At Coatree by the River, when the evening sun is low, the waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow.

The shining ripples shiver, descending to the sea.

At Kotri, by the river, she used to wait for me.

I doubt if ever Though dust I be, the dust will lose the desire, the torment and hidden fire of my passionate love for you, Aziz, whom I adore.

My dust will be full of your beauty, as is the blue and infinite ocean full of the azure sky.

In the light that waxed and waned, playing about your slumber in silver bars, as the palm trees swung their feathery fronds at bright stars, how quiet and young you were, pale as the champa flowers, violet veined, that sweet and fading lay in your loosened hair.

How sweet you were in your sleep with the starlight on your hair.

It's actually now Tree Fitty.

Uh, Palm Tree says, "Carson is such a clown.

You can see the maturity difference between him and Zilisch."

Yeah, we talked about that earlier.

And guess where he was.

Palm Tree, so not Texas.

Miami? Very close.

Melbourne, Florida.

Kotri, By the River.

At Kotri by the river when the evening sun is low, The waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow; The shining ripples shiver, descending to the sea.

At Kotri by the river she used to wait for me.

So young she was and slender, so pale with wistful eyes, As luminous and tender as Kotri's twilight skies; Her face broke into flowers, red flowers at the mouth, Her voice--she sang for hours like the bulbul's in the south.

Every curve of that beauty is known to me, Every tint of that delicate rose-leaf skin; And these are printed on every atom of me, Burnt in on every fibre until I die, and for this my sin.

I doubt if ever, though dust I be, the dust will lose the desire, The torment and hidden fire of my passionate love for you, Aziz, whom I adore.

My dust will be full of your beauty, as is the blue and infinite ocean full of the azure sky In the light that waxed and waned, playing about your slumber in silver bars, as the palm trees swung their feathery fronds athwart the stars, how quiet and young you were, pale as the champa flowers, violet veined, that sweet and fading lay in your loosened hair How sweet you were in your sleep with the starlight on your hair, Your throat thrown backwards, bare, And touched with circling moonbeams, silver white On the couch's sombre shade! Oh, Azize, my one delight, When youth's passionate pulses fade And his golden heart beats low, When across the infinite sky I see the rosyate glow Of my last, last sunset flare, I shall send my thoughts to this night, And remember you as I die, The one thing, among all the things of this world, found fair! How sweet you were in your sleep, With the starlight silver and sable across your hair! The First Lover.

As o'er the vessel's side she leant, she saw the swimmer in the sea With eager eyes on her intent, "Come down, come down, and swim with me!" So weary was she of her lot, tired of the ship's monotony, She straightway all the world forgot save the young swimmer in the sea.

This Leapervox recording is in the public domain.

Coatree by the River At Coatree by the River, when the evening sun is low, the waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow.

The shining ripples shiver, descending to the sea.

At Kotri, by the river, she used to wait for me.

I doubt if ever Though dust I be, the dust will lose the desire, the torment and hidden fire of my passionate love for you, Aziz, whom I adore.

My dust will be full of your beauty, as is the blue and infinite ocean full of the azure sky.

In the light that waxed and waned Playing about your slumber in silver bars As the palm trees swung their feathery fronds Athwart the stars How quiet and young you were Pale as the champa flowers Violet-veined That sweet and fading lay In your loosened hair How sweet you were in your sleep with the starlight on your hair.

Your throat thrown backwards bare and touched with circling moonbeams silver white on the couch's somber shade.