REBECCA
You were, in your dream, sitting
On the side of foamy Euphrates
That cPTJ.ed stones and woods.
And girls ran and tock them
And placed them between their breasts.
One a stone, a rotten wood another one,
Another a handful of mud;
And this was marriage's happiness for them.
And you watched them sitting there
Calm and quiet, as if
You knew something they did not.
Aad there! Euphrates became a man.
Beautiful. Rich. Young.
And in front of you he came.
And two diamonds
He put between your breasts.
And then he took you by the hand
And looking at you friendly, "Let's go",
He said, "to water the world."
And you both entered his dry bank
And you became water with him.
And now, full of life-giving fruits
The river kept on its path.
At night this you saw in your dream.
And the next day arrived
The impatient messenger.
And I wanted to see you, Rebecca,
As, riding on the camel,
You were going to the groom's house.
With your flowing dress of delft blue
And with the young woman's
Headdress of scarlet and purple
Golden necklace, bracelet, earrings
The dress neckline stripped in gold
To match the golden jewels.
A profile of a beautiful patrician
With broadly arched eyebrows
With eyes full of expression and gentleness
With a slightly aquiline nose
And a tight yet innocent r. outh.
And God watched from above
What he had prepared
Happen in front of his eyes -
God, all-powerful and just
Who wanted to show us Beautiful
To be a child always of Difficult,
To make his nation
Populous as the grains of sand
And uncountable -s the sky's stars
Infertile chose two women.
I wonder, God, had you put
In the virgin woman's mind,
A suspicion of how grand
Within her a destiny had
Her desire that became an act
The foreigner and his animals to water?
How much strength of yours
Had gone into her body
So that with no fear or hesitation
He/ lips told the decision
That her soul had instantly taken
To now leave home and family
And until then a homebound virgin
In a new country to start a new life?
And oh! I'd like to see the journey The daughter took on the camel Driven by God's opinion. And oh! I'd like to see the journey That the festive caravan made That held as an embryo within it The bright future of mankind -That started as a marital procession And left anything eanhly on the way And to its much-desired destination

Arrived as a holy worship and faith.
And I'd like to be a part
Of this God-made journey
Or I'd like to be a cloth of those
That night's cold sent away
From the bodies of those who traveled.
Or I'd like to be a camel's bridle
Or a grain of the desert's sand
In.a camel's ear firmly placed.
Ah! I'd like to be something
In the story of that journey
To now proudly say
Thai I w .s no; born in vain;
That something - albeic small -1 have done
That deserved to remain immortal.
And the procession starts from Nahor; And transversed Balikh's valley; And Euphrates' passes the banks And into the sunburnt desert The one with not one path, Enters as it heads to Damascus; And over Lebanon's hills It comes, and in the green hills Of Galilee, full of dust arrives; And then the yellow valleys Around Beer-Sheba await it A.nd finally into the fertile it falls Valleys of Canaan Where the groom awaits.
And next Egypt and her evils.
And Moses. And Exodus. And then
Judges, kings, and prophets.
And Assyrians, Egyptians, Persians, Romans;
And Adrian that laid waste to the land.
And then life in "civilized"
And Christian nations of the world.
And persecutions from Spain,
England, Italy, Hungary,
Czarist Russia, and finally
The recent great horror.

And all this journey is full of blood
And pain, and injustice difficult to bear
Like every people, or man,
That alone is on the earth
And that has no land of b;s own.
Like every people, or man,
That is considered a foreigner everywhere.
But also a journey full of hope
But also a journey full of faith
But also a journey full of light
That makes a spoken phrase
Not be contrary to nature:
A life with such Pain is worth it
Since it begets hope, faith, and light.
And the procession starts from Nahor;
And after so many sufferings and many more
Here it is! In America it arrived;
Here it is! In Los Angeles it has entered;
With Rebecca at the heed
And with followers anything divine and beautiful.
And here it is! Invading this land
With her unique arms
Of which one is bigger than the other -
Of which one follows rightly from the other:
Hope, Faith, Light - the same arms
That arr.jiig centuries the bridal
Procession and Rebecca have made
Ideals of her indestructible people.

And here is Rebecca, having become an idea
That shakes and shocks
The poor pen of a small poet
And to make him, being a chrysalis,
Gain wings and fly.
Let your name be blessed,
As well as the time of your birth, Rebecca.
And let the time from which you came
Out of the Holy Bible be triply blessed,
 

When you became enthroned into my heart Chasing from it everything foreign And making your values its own.
This is how we see you, Rebecca. However
No matter how high our thought goes
No matter how much you shake and possess us
No matter if we are your children
Every time our soul
Must appear before you -
Every time thai thirsting it shall seek
To refresh itself from the jug of your soul -
Every time, Rebecca, when our
Soul must come in front of you,
Before, we shall also take, Rebecca,
The vail, to cover ourselves
So that we shall not appear naked before you,
(Even though it might deserve it,)
Just like you, when you saw Isaac,
From far away you had covered your face.
And our next step shall be -
And there our attempts shall be
When we see you again, Rebecca,
Not to have to cover our soul
But to stand naked before you.
Which will be that time, I wonder?
This, only you know to declare
But, Rebecca, we do not want you to reveal it.
Not at all. We shall find it alone
When the blessed time for this shall come.