If we live and move
and have our very being,
infinity dwells within us,
about us and beyond us,
and upon Mt. Zion
our banners are raised
and atop Mt. Sinai
words are engraved
(God is One)
on copper plates
with which one butchers
the Golden Calf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem