The Purim Song

The Purim Song

To know the true meaning of Purim joy, one had to go to Medzhibozh and spend Purim in the company of the saintly Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov. Many were the lucky ones who did. So great was the crowd that there was not much left of the Purim feast in the way of food or drink to go around. But there was much to drink of the endless fountain of Torah which flowed from the lips of the Baal Shem Tov. It was an experience which forever remained engraved on their minds and hearts.

One of the happiest of all was young Rabbi Meir Margolis. He was a faithful follower of the Baal Shem Tov, and on this occasion he had brought with him his five year-old boy, Shaul. Shaul was a bright little boy, with a sharp little mind and a very sweet voice. The Baal Shem Tov placed Shaul next to him and asked him to sing.

Shaul knew a very nice song. It was Shoshanat Yaakov, the prayer said after reading the megillah on Purim. It was about “the Lily of Jacob (the Jewish people) which rejoiced and was glad, when all saw Mordechai in purple clad, because G‑d has been Israel’s salvation and hope in every generation . . .”

His singing was even sweeter than the sweet honey cake that the Baal Shem Tov gave him. And no one had to tell little Shaul what blessing to make over it.

When Purim was over and everyone prepared to go home, the Baal Shem Tov said to Rabbi Meir, “I know you have to return to Lemberg to take care of your community, but leave young Shaul with me for a few days. After Shabbat, please G‑d, I will personally bring him home.”

Rabbi Meir Margolis was very happy that the saintly Baal Shem Tov took such a great liking to his little boy, and he knew that there must be a good reason for his great teacher to want little Shaul to stay with him over Shabbat. If only little Shaul would be willing to stay!

When Shaul was asked if he wanted to stay with the rebbe, he eagerly agreed. “Yes, Father, I will stay, and I promise that I will not cry.”

Shaul’s father left, and little Shaul stayed. And the great Baal Shem Tov spent much time with little Shaul and taught him Chumash (Bible), as he had long ago taught the little children when he had been an assistant schoolteacher, before he became known as the famous Baal Shem Tov.

The Baal Shem Tov, at that time, did not want people to know much about him, so he could mix with simple folk and spread his teachings in secret. He loved children, loved to carry them to school, teach them to read in the siddur (prayerbook) and learn Torah with them. For he knew that G‑d listened to the holy words coming out the pure lips of the little children, and he gathered them like precious jewels . . .

Spending time with little Shaul was to the Baal Shem Tov like the good old times which he missed so much, for now he had big children to teach, many of them great rabbis themselves.

On the morning after Shabbat, the Baal Shem Tov called for his sleigh and set out on the way to Lemberg. He sat little Shaul next to him, and took two other young men from among his favorite students to accompany them.

There was still snow on the road, and the sleigh glided swiftly along.

After covering quite some distance, they passed an inn from which came the sound of drunken voices. The local peasants were apparently having a rousing good time.

Suddenly, the rebbe gave an order to turn around and stop at the inn. His students were surprised. What could they possibly do in the company of drunken peasants? Surely they would be passing other, more suitable inns on the way! But of course they said nothing. The rebbe’s wish was to them a command, and so they all got out of the carriage and followed the rebbe into the inn.

Holding little Shaul by the hand, the Baal Shem Tov stood for a few moments among the noisy peasants. Then he clapped his hands to get their attention. “Silence!” he called out in their language, which the Baal Shem Tov knew well.

Immediately there was silence, and all turned their eyes to the unexpected visitors whom they had not noticed before.

“Do you want to hear real singing?” the Baal Shem Tov called out, and not waiting for their answer, he added: “Listen to this boy and you will know what real singing is!”

Then he turned to little Shaul and said to him, “Shaul, sing Shoshanat Yaakov.” Little Shaul felt that there was something special about all this, and he sang with much feeling. He sang as he had never sung before. The peasants listened with rapt attention, and tears streamed down their faces. When Shaul finished they remained as if spellbound for a moment, and then all of them suddenly burst out, “Bravo! Bravo! Wonderful!”

The Baal Shem Tov raised his hand, and all became quiet again. He turned his face to three young peasant children, who were about Shaul’s age, and beckoned them to come forward.

“What is your name?” he asked one of them.

“Ivan!” replied the boy, a little frightened.

“And yours?” he asked the second boy.

“Mine is Stepan,” replied the boy.

“And yours?”

“Anton!” replied the third boy.

“Now, boys,” said the Baal Shem Tov, “meet little Shaul, who sang for you. Do you like him?”

“Oh, yes!” they replied eagerly.

“Well, then,” said the Baal Shem Tov. “Remember, just as you feel friendly to little Shaul now, you should always be friendly to him. Remember that!”

“Yes, Rabbi, we will,” the boys promised.

The Baal Shem Tov and his party then said goodbye, and departed as suddenly as they had appeared.

The peasants in the inn were left speechless at the sudden appearance and disappearance of the holy man and his followers. But the Baal Shem Tov’s students were also greatly puzzled by their rabbi’s strange conduct. Surely there must have been an important reason for this, but what that reason was, they could not imagine.


Many years passed. Shaul was now grown to manhood. Shaul Margolis was a respected and honored name, for he was a Talmud scholar and a successful merchant.

It was the Fast of Esther, and Shaul was hurrying home from a business trip. He wanted to be on time to hear the megillah at the onset of Purim that evening, and he drove his horses as fast as they would go. He was also anxious to get out of the dark forest through which he was passing. Suddenly he had to halt. Three murderous-looking bandits jumped out of the thick woods, armed with knives and hatchets.

While two bandits seized him and tied him to a tree, the third grabbed the bag in which Shaul was carrying a large sum of money. “We are going to kill you,” the bandits said.

Shaul pleaded with the bandits to give him a few minutes to say his last prayer to the Almighty. “Pray all you want,” they said. “Your G‑d cannot help you now."

Shaul said vidui (the last prayer before returning one’s soul to G‑d), while the bandits were counting the money and dividing it among themselves. Shaul’s eyes were closed and filled with tears. A vision of his wife and children rose before him. They would be waiting for his return, to celebrate Purim with him, yet he would not be there. He always used to read the megillah for them at home, in case they missed a single word of it in the synagogue, and then he would sing for them Shoshanat Yaakov, as he had once sung it for the holy Baal Shem Tov. The mere thought of this joyous Purim prayer made Shaul feel better. Yes, if he had to die, he wanted to die with Shoshanat Yaakov on his lips.

The Lily of Jacob rejoiced and was glad
When all saw Mordechai in purple clad
You, O G‑d, have been Israel’s salvation
And their hope in every generation . . .

Shaul sang with all his heart and soul, the way he had sung in the inn for the drunken peasants when he was a little boy. When he finished, he expected a death blow at any moment, but all was quiet. He opened his eyes. There were the three bandits standing before him, openmouthed in wonder, as the peasants had stood then in the inn. He looked again, and suddenly it occurred to him that he knew who they were.

“Aren’t you Ivan?” Shaul cried out to the first man. “And you, surely you are Stepan! And you, your name is Anton, isn’t it?”

As he spoke, he could see that the bandits had also recognized him. Gone was the fierce look on their faces, and in its place there was sheer wonder and, yes, friendliness.

The next moment the three bandits fell on their knees before Shaul. “Please forgive us,” they begged.

Then they hastily set him free and returned his money to him. “Go, in the name of G‑d. There will be no more robbery for us from now on. You have made us different men.”

Filled with gratitude to the Almighty for saving him from certain death, Shaul sped home. Now he knew why the holy Baal Shem Tov had stopped at that inn and made him sing for the drunken peasants, and introduced him to the three peasant boys.

You can well imagine what a happy Purim that was for Shaul and his family, and how prayerfully they all sang Shoshanat Yaakov after the megillah.

Excerpted from The Storyteller by Dr Nissan Mindel, published by Kehot
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Daisy Ridley The set of Star Wars August 27, 2017

VERY touching. This story is wonderful. I commend whoever wrote it. Reply

Anonymous September 15, 2016

I really like this story I liked this story. It's a great story! Reply

zaneta garrratt anderslöv March 19, 2014

the purim song This is a beautiful and meaningfull story, it is very moving Reply

Evie Scottsdale AZ March 14, 2014

Beautiful story. Tells us a lot about the Baal ShemTov. I love all his stories and his great wisdom. Reply

Alejandra Massari March 13, 2014

..."you have made us different men" the story says. I pondered with love in the ones that have made me a different woman. Also, I pondered in what difference I can make in the lives of others. So wonderful. Reply

Melissa Hurley London, England March 13, 2014

Just wonderful! Must pass this story to my children's kehillah dept at school. Reply

Chanoch Brown Miami Beach March 11, 2014

Great Purim celebration, Thanks Reply

Chavah Kwiatkowska Latvia March 10, 2014

Thank you very much for this lovely story! Reply

Dr Moses Kolet Thane, India April 10, 2011

Purim song Enjoyed every word of this incredible narration,. Talking of times today, if only some amongst us could rise over our mundane limitations, just as Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov, and make the world a better place..... Irtzei Hashem. Reply

John New Canaan via chabadnewcanaan.org March 19, 2011

Amazing! wow ... incredible ... it was absolutely beautiful ... Thank you for posting this! Reply

Anonymous Mesa, Arizona, USA March 19, 2011

The Purim Song I really would like to hear that song myself.
Is there anywhere the song is played? Reply

Rachel Ferency Israel via chabadgn.com March 17, 2011

Great story, and told very well! Really liked it! Reply

Anonymous San Diego, CA March 16, 2011

Perfect! It's a great chassidic story. I love it! Reply

Chaya Mushkah Greenberg Shanghai, China March 3, 2011

wow. beautiful. amazing. wonderful. Reply

Anonymous March 6, 2010

The Best Purim Story That is the most beautiful Purim Story I have ever read.
Thank You Nissan Mindel Reply

Susan Marinette, WI February 3, 2010

purim story Truly enjoyed this story and how it relates to how we should live each day doing things as G-d leads us to in the places we are. Reply

raizy shanblatt Los Angeles, CA via chabadbw.com February 20, 2007

purim sog story I'm doing a play on this story anfd its EXACTLY the same!! Maybe they got it from here?? Reply

Allan Lewis Jerusalem, Israel via tulanechabad.org March 14, 2006

Erev Purim in Yerushalayim Thank you for this wonderful story which touched my heart and elevated my neshama.

I have been blessed with numerous instances of hasgacha pratis.

Brachot from Yerushalayim for Health, Happiness and Hatzlocha Raba,

B"Ahava,
Avraham Dovid ben Yitzhak Yehudah Reply

Antonina Miriam Oak Park, MI March 13, 2006

So beautiful story! Thank you very much!
I think so - if in our heart live hope,
HaShem helps us! Everything we need is
inside us!
You really made my day, Reply