Skip over the crests as a son-of-harts

Skip over the crests as a son-of-harts
Who was born and wanders in the sunken paths
I also went there, along the paved lanes
Skip-over failures of understanding and open hollows
On the horizon, a pure light approaches and you recite a poem
That get erased within moments
In the desert you don't have a time-table (for the time is)
One long day and night ---

Apparently the cliffs are steep and upward you climb
Overlooking at what is spread out below:
Here the remains of a city were preserved in an average condition,
Someone (was buried) in the fenced-off parcel,
Formerly they built round houses.
You waited for me below with the greatest faith

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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion