The few trees in the yard moan like trees of a woodland,
River-laden, the loud deep thunderclouds reign.
The Angels of Peace guard my slumbering children
In the moan of the trees, and dark gathering of rain.
Out there: Jerusalem - city of Abraham's trial and glory
Where he bound his Son on a mount when time came.
The fire kindled at dawn still burns on the mountain.
The rains quench it not: the covenant's flame..
"If God commands me now as once He commanded
My Father of old, I shall surely obey"
Sing my heart and my flesh in this night of rain
And Angels of Peace guard my children till day!
What can equal this glory, this miraculous zeal
For Mount Moriah - alive from that ancient day on?
The covenant's blood sings in this father in prayer
Prepared for a Temple Mount offering at dawn.
Out there: Jerusalem, and the moaning trees of God
Felled there by foes throughout all of time,
The river-laden clouds bear sundering lightnings
And thunders, which in this night of rain are my signs
From the Almighty's Mouth to the end of all times.
-1954