I have no music and poetry in me this morning
I have only the heaviness of my old age
The too great weight of my too thin legs
The resistance to motion of my own slow mind
I have no music and poetry in me this morning
And the light and the surrounding green world
Play no song for me
And the walking I so love out into the fresh bright air
Is a trudging difficult duty
To get to Shul and davvan and be done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem