The Muse

The Muse says: The youthful travelers come to me with fallen spirits and restless anticipation. I gift them with light and I reward them with hidden treasures. Some of them take the last breath in the journey and never reach me. But now I have not seen any reckless Jewish youths, they abandoned my gifts for the extract of the slumbering root. They know no sadness or joy and they stopped following the path to my palace illuminated by the pensive moon.