Moysey Fishbeyn




When we were still immortal,
By the warm waters in June, when
We practiced scales on violins,
At the dawn's first light,
And we knew no calendar,
There, beyond the snows of March,
Beyond the downpours, smoldered
Ravenna, inviolate and blessed,
Jerusalem was all sparkles,
The River flowed out of Lord's hand,
Our City shone, enthroned,
And a star knelt in confession to a bee.


12/15/96 Altenerding


Tranlated by Roman Turovsky-Savchuk,

New York, April 4, 2008