Toil
Abraham Shlonsky
1927
Dress me, good mother, in a glorious robe of many colours, and at dawn lead me to [my] toil.
My land is wrapped in light as in a prayer shawl. The houses stand forth like frontlets; and the roads paved by hand, stream down like phylactery straps.
Here the lovely city says the morning prayer to its Creator. And among the creators is your son…
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