[5] I want to sing a psalm of praise to all that remains here with us and doesn't leave, doesn't wander off like migratory birds, will not flee to the north or the south, will not sing "In the East is my heart, and I dwell at the end of the West." I want to sing to the trees that do not shed their leaves and that suffer the searing summer heat and the cold of winter, and to human beings who do not shed their memories and who suffer more than those who shed everything. But above all, I want to sing a psalm of praise to the lovers who stay together for joy, for sorrow and for joy. To make a home, to make babies, now and in other seasons.

(Translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld)