let me under your wing,
Be a mother and a sister to me.
Will be, your womb, my head’s shelter,
My remote prayer's nest.
And during mercy’s twilight time,
Talk, and I shall unveil my torment's secret.
They say: there is Youth, in the world.
Where is my youth?
I shall confess you another secret:
My soul burnt in the flame.
They say: there is Love in the world.
What is Love?
The stars cheated me
There was a dream, now it’s gone.
Now I have nothing, in the world.
(H. N. Bialik)