חג'י באבא

“Hajji Baba” by Natan ZachThe man Hajji Baba loved all his livelong days. It's told about himthat he loved and loved. One woman came after another. The womenforgave everything to Hajji Baba.Hajji Baba lived a long life. When he was old he satin the gardens and all the women of the tribe said about him:Here is Hajji Baba. That is Hajji Baba. Always beloved. Hajji Baba.And Hajji Baba was content with his part. Yes, even in his old age he smiled inside his beard. This is almost unbelievable. In fact, he surprised everybody. How is this?the old men would ask in wonder and head-nodding.But this is a fact. Even the biggest young braggarts would not dare deny it.Hajji Baba, the women would whisper in the nightson their beds when the wind trumpeted in the plains. Hajji Baba,when the jackals ran with their tails raised toward the stars.Hajji Baba, it's told about him that he loved and loved.When the oldest old men who remember him,still raise his name, they sigh.