Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Beyond Sleep and Waking lyrics

My friend is translating Shakespeare. He reads pa**ages of living Hebrew on a night asleep as usual, and I have the chill blaze of boredom, the torpor of a frightened city. I keep thinking of the crude unripeness of things, of the meaning of So What. It would be good If the flighty cherry buds and the cool of receding waves were taken away from me. Lacking that, I pray Someone let me be like Julius Caesar slain, or Hamlet felled by his riddle, and my loves buried beyond all sleep and waking.