Walks a man
in the street, the park,
along the ocean's shore -
Guile-eaten
Yoke-laden
Torment-bent -

Universe's glory
he does not behold
World's wonder
he does not glimpse
The song of the stars
hears he not

The trees of the lane
over him nod:
Is this man
the crown of creation?

Is this man?
Chirp the birds
Whistle the winds
After him shake their head
The waves of sea.

From the Hebrew by Yanki Tauber

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