On that day, he was so sad
He felt as if he was dying (climb the mount, slaughter Isaac, etc.).
Dejectedly he wandered the streets, hoping for a change
Of plans. Long he wandered: nothing.
So he climbed the mount, slaughtered Isaac, etc.
As he descended, his people danced
Around the golden heifer. And in his hands he carried
Two stone tablets. He threw them at the idol and hell broke loose.
The tablets said: Be fruitful and multiply,
And fill the Earth. Choose your
Faith and form of government freely. Love
Each other, but don’t be too eager to turn the other cheek.
This is a story that Rupert once told me.
So where did it all go wrong, I wanted
To ask (the fifth? the first? elsewhere?).
But I didn’t, out of respect I didn’t.
© translated by Jernej Županič