Wherever I go I carry the heavy gold of Jerusalem

On the spot between my eyes

An orange sweet as a passion fruit

And olive grove drunk with deep green

These

Are my wings

I came in the fullness of midnight

I left in the bleakness of morning

I possess nothing

But your name

From the lips of the dying I rescued it

Into the wombs of lovers I planted it

From fire-chanting lips I drank it

Into blood-raging oceans I sank it

From cracks in the surface

From caves in the earth

I seized your name, Jerusalem,

My holy flame,

My root and stem

Tired grew your name

On my skin,

Overwhelming your echo

Thousandfold vibrating

And thousandfold repeating

The first miracles of my life

You taste on my lips like sleep

You taste on my tongue like blood

Oh my black fruit Jerusalem

I make love to your shadows

That cover me Entirely

As I fall Into oblivion,

Limbs opening

Like flowers

Torn apart

In unearthly nights

Within me-

The cry Within me-

The scream

Within me-

The muteness

Jerusalem

Your name

Your gold between my eyes

My heavy eyes

Your dark hair, Jerusalem

Between midnight and morning

Your earth makes love to my wounds

I cry out,

Yes, I cry

I came

In the fullness of midnight

I left

In the bleakness of morning

You parted your waters

And between your eyes arose

I