Last Glimmers – Rachel

Unofficial translation: Hagar Kadima

She was late and when she came she did not dare,
She did not dare say: Here I am! when knocking on doors of heart;
She stood there like a poor woman and extended her hands silently,
And her glance was sad, begging, surrendering and sad.

And therefore the candles that I lit for her are pale,
Like those last glimmers of autumn twilight turning grey;
And therefore my joy is quiet, hesitated, regretful,
As that regret of a disappointed hope, that affliction of vain expectation.

Hi 'echara lavo 'ubevo'ah lo he'eza,
Lo he'eza likro: hineni!, bedofka 'al daltot halev;
Ka'amod 'ania 'amda veyadeha dumam hoshita,
Ve'atzev haya mabata, mitchanen, nichna ve'atzev.

Ve'al ken chivrim hanerot 'asher lichvoda he'eleiti,
Ke'acharonei negohot beha'afir dimdumei stav;
Ve'al ken charishit simchati, charishit, mehaseset, mad'evet,
Kehad'ev tikva nichzava, ke'enut tzipiat shav.