Mayn Rue Plats 
(My Resting Place)
Words by Morris Rosenfeld

Not  look     for me where the myrtle green 
NIT ZUKH MIKH VU DI MIRTN GRINEN.

Find         me           there    not   my        treasure 
GEFINST MIKH DORTN NIT, MAYN SHATS.

Where lives   wither    by     machines
VU LEBNS VELKN BAY MASHINEN,

There     is   my        resting place
DORTN IZ MAYN RUE PLATS.

Not look     for me   where the birds sing
NIT ZUKH MIKH VU DI FEYGL ZINGEN.

Find         me           there    not   my        treasure
GEFINST MIKH DORTN NIT MAYN SHATS.

A slave         am   I       where chains  clang
A SHKLAF BIN IKH VU KEYTN KLINGEN.

There     is   my        resting place
DORTN IZ MAYN RUE PLATS.

And love      me        with  true       love
UN LIBSTU MIKH MIT VARER LIBE,

then come  to    me      my         good    treasure            
TO KUM TSU MIR, MAYN GUTER SHATS,

and    exhilarate          my     heart       the    gloomy
UN HAYTER OYF MAYN HARTS DOS TRIBE,

and  make for me sweet my resting place
UN MAKH MIR ZIS MAYN RUE PLATS.

Don't look for me where myrtles grow, you will not find me there, my dear.
Where lives wither at machines -- that is my resting place.
Don't look for me where birds sing. you will not find me there, my dear.
I am a slave where chains ring. that is my resting place.
And if you love me truly, come lighten my heart and make sweet my resting place.