The green Gilo wadi before you
Is the dream of the poem
The exalted looking
That takes you beyond ecstasy
Is a rhythm only our own inner music might know
Hearing such words
Should help you
Sing beyond yourself to God
These words of course
Do not do that-
Poetry like this dream is in Isaiah
But you must go beyond
Your own seeing
To hear it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem