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My Astarte, won’t you tell me: from where
Did you come to us in this valley? Was it in the hand of a merchant (Canaanite) of Sidon
From [the] city stronghold of the sea, through waves of agate…
Between the River Prat and stream Hidekel
on a mountaintop there waves a palm.
And in the palm, among its fronds
lives a hummingbird of gold.
Golden bird! Fly and wheel
go out and find for me my…
Day and night—
Shivering, we wait in bitter day
For moonlit night,
For the caressing moon.
Quivering, we wait in angry night—
For the sunlit day,
For the warming sun.
Day and night—
We must loom…
Take me in under your wing
and be unto me mother and sister
and let your breast be my head’s rest,
home of my lonely prayers.
At the hour of mercy, at sunset,
list and I’ll reveal my sorrow’s root…