When I Arrived the Place Was
When I arrived the place was
Filled with dust. No signature
Of grass. Not
A single blade. A few grey trees
Stood here, there, shrouded
In sackcloth and dust. In my dream I saw
The rivers of my youth, the nights of my forests. Nowadays
Everything is green. In my dream I see
Filled with dust.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Oded Manor
The final translated version of the poem is by The Poetry Translation Workshop
Notes
The poem is untitled, so we used its first line in our final version.
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2013
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