Shall you come to me tonight

Laundry has already dried in the yard.

A war that has never had enough,

is now waging elsewhere

and roads return endlessly

alone as a horse with no rider

and the house is closed in the evening

with the good and the bad within.

And we new very well, that the border is

near and we are not allowed there.

My father prayed: And the land and all of its hosts are completed.

The army and the land have darkened;

soon the light shall go out.

The commandment the heavens had begun to fulfil -

once again, the years must complete.