At my death
I will weep for your anguish that I died.

Before my death I say,
with all tenderness I say,
that if you could weep only a little,
like the doe
I once saw shed a tear or two
and then quit the place of its weeping
and climb to a distant crag
to see the world beyond tears –

If you could—
then I too would find a great stillness
like a river becalmed between its banks
flowing going to my fate.

Avraham Halfi
(Translation: Leon Wieseltier)