There is a street where they sell only red meat <br />And there is a street where they sell only clothes and perfumes. And there <br />is a day when I see only cripples and the blind <br />And those covered with leprosy, and spastics and those with twisted lips. <br /> <br />Here they build a house and there they destroy <br />Here they dig into the earth <br />And there they dig into the sky, <br />Here they sit and there they walk <br />Here they hate and there they love. <br /> <br />But he who loves Jerusalem <br />By the tourist book or the prayer book <br />is like one who loves a women <br />By a manual of sex positions. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Benjamin and Barbara Harshav<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-of-jerusalem/
