** Webmaster Note: The following
is a translation from Hebrew by Laia Ben-Dov
as sponsored by George Zilbergeld.
Additional clarifications are provided in parenthesis ( ).
remember and won't forget the town of our birth, the holy
congregation of Vladimirets, which was cut off and is no more.
remember, with a trembling of the heart and tearing of the eyes,
our parents, our brothers and sisters, and the entire
congregation of Jews of our town, pure of heart and honest – men
and women, old people and children, whose blood was spilled like
water by criminal murderers.
remember their cries, their sanctification of G-d's name, over
paths of mourning and bereavement and over an open grave.
remember all those who were ruthlessly persecuted – those
scattered and isolated in the depths of the forest and in rooms
of torture, wrapped in hunger, wretched, depressed, and without
remember our brothers and our sisters, bitter of heart and
daring of deed, who risked their lives and fell in the war of
revenge against the oppressors of our people.