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The captain of the Spanish fleet

Rabbi Ezra de Cordovero,

(This name has long been forgotten)

Went to the square for the glory of faith

In a wave of Sanbenito.

And the road led from the port -

CAVELLS AND RUBSE.

And afterwards they remembered the devil

Supreme sailors.

He rang slightly in chains,

Do not dare to ask for mercy.

And then the flame absorbed

Doomed Judea.

And unable to stand for some reason

Quietly said: "Shma, Israel ..."

The captain of the Spanish fleet

Don Yaakov de Curiel.

He was born in a Jewish house,

It was baptized as a boy.

He did not remember anything except

Strange words - and this is too much.

Neither villain nor adversity

He did not admit in the convict.

He saw in an unfortunate brother

And the farewell hello sent.

What kind of games are a spider and a fly?

Nobleness - and without a reward?

And prayer reached hearing

Inquisitor Torquemada.

And again the executioner work:

Walked, with a grin on the lips,

The captain of the Spanish fleet

In Sanbenito and shackles.

Roar rang like a thunder

The roar, as if on a swearing field:

Sailors, pumped up Roma,

Behind their captain came.

Monks scattered, choir

To sing "those" the "line" did not become the strength:

This pine forest

As if the devil had lowered the chain!

There is no more desperate Vatagi!

They were not afraid of lead blizzards,

And Castilian dropping flags

They got to Tortuga.

He mixed curses with a prayer,

Under the buckshot, a crazy trill.

Revenge revealed you embrace,

Don Yaakov de Curiel!

... one evening, after the battle

He was thoughtful at the grotto,

He talked to himself.

He whispered: "Good hunting ...

Only my nights are empty

A new day would be as soon as possible ... "

He heard the steps of strangers

And I saw someone else's shadow.

And he asked: "You were not with us

Neither in Sant-Yago nor in Da-Puert? "

The stranger flashed with the eyes

And he answered: "I am an angel of death!

You made the ocean a grave

Everyone met on the way.

You prayed with such force

You made me come!

And I want to say by honor

Though your soul will hurt -

I helped this hot revenge

But now I ask: "Enough!"

I was with you not once

The book of death was leafing through with you.

Sending this thirst

It is impossible - and I'm tired. "

He mourned his girlfriend -

Sword broken by Garda.

Without him, they went to Tortuga

The caravels of his squadron.

"Take me, Guest is nimble!

I stayed on the shore! "

But the angel black

And he answered: "I can't ..."

He washed his hands in the ocean,

I sewed clothes from canvas.

On board the Turkish felts

He got to Palestine.

Duelist, a brace, with the aim

Call a call, send a cartel -

So stepped on the Holy Land

Don Yaakov de Curiel.

And, finding a saint

In an old synagogue, in the CFA,

He wished to hear the word

About forgiveness or reckoning.

And the rabbi replied: "The messenger

I told me - from the highest countries:

They will not condemn you, exile,

They will not forgive you, captain. "

The word cuts like a razor

And the soul succumbs to grief

He spent all the days in prayer -

But at night he went down to the sea.

Life bifurcated longing,

Not bad and not good.

Maybe that's why peace

His soul does not find.

He is in the lunar circle -

Most motionless, white clothes:

Do they follow him from Torstuga

High -speed caravels?

Five centuries, every night moon

Because of the Trill of Earth

Waiting for Korsarov of his crazy

Don Yaakov de Curiel ...

Don Yaakov de Curiel, Marran, an officer of the Royal Fleet, then - a prisoner of the Inquisition, then a pirate, and at the end of his life a hermit, he was buried in the Tsfat. His grave can be seen now, not far from the grave of St. Rabbi, Yitzhak, Luria Ashkinazi. The last descendant of Kuriel - Maurice Kuriel - now lives on the island of Curasao and takes the post of president of the Jewish community of this Dutch colony.