After-Growth
I neither ploughed, nor seed
nor prayed for rain.
But suddenly – look! My fields grew
Sun-full grain instead of centaury.
Is it an after-growth’s crop from ancient days?
Is it wheat of joy reaped from those days?
that attended to me in the days of poverty,
break through me in a mysterious manner.
Grow, grow fields of wonder.
Grow, grow and reward quickly
I remember the words of comfort:
You will eat after-growth.

“Maybe” flowers
In the garden’s flowers bed, hot and dewy landscape,
“Maybe” flowers grew fresh;
As the best of gardeners I skilled to nurse them,
as the best of gardeners!
And night after night – a sentry stands of guard
At the garden’s gates with no fear.
I covered my blossom from the cold wind.
A wind of certainty.
But it found my secret and fooled me,
But it kept watching the verdict:
To turn my playground into graveyard.
To turn it into graveyard.

Eucalyptus
More than once I have seen: the axe was woven
and dropped and pierced the flesh;
Gleaned in the dust it stretched out with dead silence-
That is the trembling and streaming landscape.
The orphan remnant is stand out
Unnecessary and bared.
And it always seems:
this time the tree will not forget, will not forgive. . .
Look at it again, only one year will pass –
You will stand wondering, look:
To the sky as before, the tree yearned,
And streaming as before, and trembling.

Free translation from the Hebrew was made by the composer.