For you are king and I but prince
with no country just trusting followers
do I blunder by night
sleepless

And you are king and look me in friendship
and disquiet  how many seasons
can I thus wander
the world

Many seasons Jehuda.  To the very end.

Even our hands speak different tongues – the hand
of grace the hand of scorn and that 
of understanding
I ask of you no thing but understanding

Into sleep by hearth I fall elbow my pillar 
night dies in its embers dogs howl
and along hills walk
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