For the seven voices
gathered herein
By / Per Ester Astudillo
Seven little geishas
loiter about
the corpse of the master
the spot he’s been found.
Seven captive dwarfs
strive to break free.
They pull and they poke -
Snow-White won’t let be.
The sins of the Lord
installed by decree
in seven were ordered -
poor humans’ ordeal.
Gone be the weekday -
the Sabbath set in:
eat all from the lamb -
spare us our tea.
And then for the Mitzvah
we’ll circle and dance,
read aloud de scriptures -
girls and boys apart.
In hordes or in avalanche,
in numbers they creep:
they sidle in sevens -
in sevens they flee.
* * *
Set geishes menudes
traginen el cos
del mestre i somiquen
en un clar del bosc.
Set nans presoners
fan un escamot:
estiren i estrenyen -
la Blanca no ho vol.
Els vicis dels homes,
pecats capitals,
en set van fixar-se:
calvari inhumà!
Dilluns sia ara,
dimarts o Sabat:
mengem de l’anyell,
dejuni antiquat.
I el Mitzvah vingut
dansarem en rotllana
xicotes a banda.
Exèrcits o allaus,
llisquen a pertot:
de set en set formen,
set fugen al vol.
