Mother, asks the clever daughter,

Who are our mothers?

Who are our ancestors?

What is our history?

Give us our name. Name our genealogy.

Mother, asks the wicked daughter,

If I learn my history, will I not be angry?

Will I not be bitter as Miriam

Who was deprived of her prophecy?

Mother, asks the simple daughter,

If Miriam lies buried in sand,

Why must we dig up those bones?

Why must we remove her from the sun and stone

Where she belongs?

The one who knows not how to question,

she has no past, she has no present, she can have no future

Without knowing her mothers,

Without knowing her angers,

Without knowing her questions.


haggadah Section: -- Four Children
Source: The Women's Haggadah