Miryem (Miriam) Ulinover
Cocky on your walk in town, hail
to me on your way.
You stop, and startled, you exclaim:
“This girl’s hair turned gray!”
— “Silly fool! You are mistaken
in stopping me dead.
Rolls and challahs I’ve been baking,
my braid’s flour-dipped!
Silly fool! I’m still a brunette,
still dark as a crow!
I was plucking geese and chickens,
with feathers I’m crowned!
Listen up, for my future spouse
I prepared a feast —
(and I laugh right in your face, loud,
with desolate glee) —
O! what a great celebration!
O! a huge guest list!
So impressive, I will tell you,
was this wedding feast!”
* * *
One thing, though, I will not tell you:
how my heart still cries
that it was not you, never you
to be husband mine!
Translated by Miri Koral
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