Fare Well, Thank You
Fare well, thank you
for coming, what
is the mere life of man
with his wicked heart
with his abject heart, with his shifty eyes.
Let us converse a while, let's live
as in the Agada, exchange
a few words. We shall say
The flowering water. The bread complete.
Yes. I was. Here. We all were. Yes.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Oded Manor
The final translated version of the poem is by The Poetry Translation Workshop
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