The clouds are dripping, the clouds ae heavy,

They cover the hot sun

 

And a starling twitters, twitters and says

The festival is finished, the summer is over

 

Willows – dead carcasses

Treading without noticing

 

And in the corner a widower and an orphan

A pale lulav and an orange etrog

 

And in the window peeping silently

A murky world, a desolate world