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when doors are shut in the street
    and the sound of the mill fades,
when one arises at the chirp of a bird
    and all their songs grow faint,
when they also are afraid of heights
    and of dangers on the road,
when the almond tree blossoms,
    the grasshopper drags itself along,
    and the caper berry fails to excite—
for a man is going to his eternal home,
    and mourners go about in the street—
before the silver cord is snapped,
    or the golden bowl is crushed,
    or the jug at the cistern is shattered,
or the wheel at the well is broken.

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