Here you will find the Poem The Old Acacia Tree of poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Neither daylight nor the darkness See how silently I wander. Not on mountain, nor in valley, Does an old acacia ponder. The acacia solves all mysteries, Tells my fortune while I tarry. I shall ask the tree to tell me Whom O whom, am I to marry? Where will he be from, O Acacia, Is it Poland, Lithuania? Will he come with a horse and a carriage Or with staff and sack will he appear? And what presents will be bring me - Necklace of pearls and coral flower? Tell me, will he be fair or dark-haired? Still unmarried or a widower? If he's old, my dear Acacia, I won't have him, please don't try me. I'll tell my father; you may slay me, But to an old man do not tie me! At his feet I'll fall and with tears I'll cry; To an old man do not tie me.
