He did not
know her name
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Hebrew original
He walked some day
on the road to Beer Sheba,
The wind from the sea fondled the bushes,
By an old tree, she turned her head,
Her plait dropping along her shoulder.
The battalion marched on, he went with it,
Wind and sun kissing his face.
But during a night camp he paid attention
Paid attention that he forgot to ask her name.
He didn’t know her name,
But that plait
Went whit him all the way long,
And he knew, the day will come
That they will suddenly meet,
In a dew-dawn or with evening sun.
The second summer changed shades and color,
A commando came back from a June night
The ambulance rushed on the road to Beer Sheba
And she was waiting, waiting for him, in a white (nurse’s) dress.
And he asked: “Do you…?”. And she answered: “Remember”.
So they talked for hours, nobody will know about what,
And when he went, not to return, and she was left behind, pale,
She remembered that he forgot to ask her name.
He didn’t know her name,
But that plait
Went whit him all the way long,
And he knew, the day will come
That they will suddenly meet,
In a dew-dawn or with evening sun.