The night was deep and dark,
the night was starless.
The wind rushed
through the trees,
the wind was searching  for Leah.
Jacob buried his face
in Leah’s body:
Rachel,  dear Rachel, my wife,
Seven years I’ve waited for you!
Long  were the days,
the nights even longer.
So many cold moons
have embraced my body,
Rachel, dear Rachel, my wife!
Leah lay silently.
Her lips thin and bitter,
she welcomed her son Reuben,
Jacob’s boy.
The night was already filled
with the fragrance  of the flowers
that were waiting for Reuben in the field.