The Temple Garden

In the Bahai temple grounds,
a bird stood on the grass,

Which was green and soft

Which was among trees

Dark and soft

Being covered by an evening

Descending from the end of the white path

on them

And on me.

 

The bird stood there.

I stood.

The wind stood.

On the tip of the Temple.

 

And on the hem of the dome

Riddles were being engraved

The period in which I went

through its gates.

                             —1978

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  Hebrew Translation

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