YEARNING FOR HEBRON
O who will make me wings, that I may fly afar,
And lay the ruins of my cleft heart among thy broken cliffs!
I would fall, with my face upon thine earth and take
In thy stones [O Zion] and be tender to thy dust.
Yea, more, when standing by my father's tombs
I would marvel in Hebron over the chosen of thy graves.
I would pass into thy forest and thy fruitful field and stand
Within thy Gilead, and wonder at thy mount beyond--
[from Selected Poems of Jehudah Halevi, translation by Nina
Salaman, Philadelphia: Jewish Publication Society, 1924]