צנח לו זלזל. ביאליק. תרגום לאנגלית.

Drops a sprig in silence

to the fence. 

Like him, I'm mute.

Shorn of fruit,

Estranged from branch and tree.

Shorn of fruit, the flower

memory forgotten,

The leaves do sway,

Sure victims for the gale to slay.

The the nights do come.

The nightmare -

The gall -

I thrash about in the dark,

I knock my head against the wall.

And Spring will come.

Its splendour

A foil

To me, a barren twig,

Which bringeth forth

No fruit, nor flower, nor nill.