| Rosh Pina
Between her boulders in the Galilee, In the mountains� lap hidden still, In the Kinneret is mirrored Rosh Pina�s eye � a hidden hill. How fair you are, my Rosh Pina, A diadem that does shine, You are engaged to me in blood and suffering Mine, mine, mine. A path paved down the hill, Between the stones a new path does bring. Oaks spread out their canopy, And to Ben-Yosef silently sing. Between the valley and the peak A grave was delved that won�t die. Oaks nod sadly grieving: Lie, lie, lie. And with midnight A voice vibrates and isn�t still: The peak�s head is not conquered If there isn�t a grave on the hill! And in the silence in the starlight A regiment toils up the ground And every step � a harp is sighing: Sound, sound, sound. Written by Shlomo Skulski, Rosh Pina, 1941. Translated by Shifra Shomron, Nitzan Caravilla site, 23 Tishrei 5765 (October 2005). home page previous next |
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