SingHebrew

Doch Retzach

Murder Report

by Shlomo Artzi

Copied!
ma shokta moladtecha al siey yameycha
How quiet your homeland on the peaks of your days
afot leitan hayonim hagedolot
The great doves glide slowly overhead
ki zohev hasade veshotkim hashamayim
For the field is gold and the heavens are silent
uvameshek nadneda rechava uchveda
And the swing sways wide and heavy
zericha ushkia lecha yordot veolot
Sunrise and sunset descend and rise for you
lirotcha velizkor tzel riseycha shelo
To see you and remember, the gentle shadow of your lashes
lech livno chadash umazhiv kemolad
The new, gilt moon rises for you like a newborn
im hashir heatzuv lechabekcha yishalef
If the sad song is drawn out to embrace you
belatifa techabehu leat
It will hush it softly, slowly
hamarot shenoflu po eynam kamim
The visions that fell here do not rise again
hayeladim shetau po chodlu lirot
The children who strayed here have stopped seeing
misaviv dumi shel harbe agamim
All around the stillness of many lakes
veharbe aratzot behirot
And many bright, open lands
hanitzchit
The eternal one
lo karati beshimcha hamakpi
I have not called you by your freezing name
el yami min hahar el terdi
Do not descend to my days from the mountain
meevlecha hazoher misefateycha al pi
From your radiant mourning, from your lips upon mine
mimotcha beeynay yareti
From your death in my eyes I was afraid
im nishbati lorchov veatil al tupo
If I swore to the street and cast upon its drum
et lechoshech hayami et tenumat olaleycha
Your daily whisper, the slumber of your infants
hen yadati lashov at noshemet at pe
I knew it well, in vain you breathe here
et beemek chayey hametim elayich
You in the valley of the living dead, toward you
at yodaat rabot taaverna mineged
You know that many will pass before me
domot lecha ad keev venosot avuka
Resembling you to aching, bearing a torch
aval rak eymotcha li mikol menasheket
But only your dread is the dearest kiss I know
aval rak zarutcha li mikol chavuka
But only your strangeness is the tightest embrace I know
halo lecha mikol derech esa et keli
Is it not to you from every road I carry my vessel
halo kol shemechavati begumat lechayech
Are not all my joys in the dimple of your cheek
misevivcha misevivcha nistachrer iguley
Around you, around you my circle spins and spins
vechal zerichotay vechal shekiotay
And all my sunrises and all my sunsets
mashikot et yeynan halohet lechayech
Touch their burning wine to your cheeks
WhatsApp

More by Shlomo Artzi