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My Hands
Translated by Mayer Landau

My hands-
Two worlds,
With straight, and crooked lines
Of rivers, mountains and valleys

Through narrow, tapering gullys,
Carved by thousands of years
My fate flows, like an unknown and sorrowful water-
Sometimes to you,
Sometimes from you,
And sometimes to an unknown far-off goal.

The ten pink-white pale half moons
Are never snuffed out
Over the quivering waves of my blood
And like eternal witnesses, guard
The sweet secret of my fingertips.

And if sometimes in the abyss of time
The separate worlds of our hands meet,
Then for a moment
Motionless, still,
Hazy from too much sudden joy
The two red suns remain in our flesh.

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