The Hunter woke at 5 am and stepped out of the door, to the forest he was headed then as he loaded his bow. he searched until the sun set down and dashed his hopes at once, as he walked round and around his thirst and hunger gushed. downhearted and upset the forest he left, but then, in his village two swans by the pond sat! beautiful and white loving and bright, on the spot an arrow was shot. The weary hunter laid his head at last but a nightmare disturbed his sleep, alas: a tortured girl approached his bed, and a feather lies in her little hand. her beautiful eyes stare and criticise throughout the night she cries and cries what was the sin of my white beloved? tomorrow come to the pond! The Hunter woke at 5 am and stepped out of the door, to the forest he was headed then as he loaded his bow. a gentle swan, white feathered tone, waiting for the hunter alone. it opened his beak before the hunter could speak it torn it’s own flesh to his eyes and in his shadow it dives everything is silent everything is wild.
בחמש קם צייד ויצא את ביתו... אם זילבר היה באמת חוזר בתשובה הוא היה משנה את המילים כך: בחמש קם חסיד ויצא את ביתו אל המקוה הלך לטבול לטהרתו אחר כך ישב ללמוד חסידות ולהתפלל שחרית בכוונה וכו'
