Sinai And Zion Poem by Liza Sud

I do not drink from other's glasses
I do not read other people's poems
I cherish simplicity of the glances
And when clear mind is open.

How often I look at nature
And correlating it
With the Koran, the Torah and the Covenant,
I choose - the native...

For me, the sign of holiness -
is the female body, the soul,
The right and the left nursing -
Breast - Sinai and Zion.

Bosom and lips beneficial
Kissing the cry of life
Blue eyes like gardens, affection
to all - she will be confined.

But who knows today
All are stuck in the desert greed
will stop the human race
And sorrow await us and feasts.

Wind blows salty waves
to dunes of desert's pining
I swallow Your tears, O God,
Looking at Your world dying.