Shula Barnea translated by EItan Medini The mountain’s cry The mountain is crying for his Desolated mountainside For the abandoned rugged ground And about the rain stoped falling – The mountain is crying for the trees which haven’t blossom, For the absence of crystal clear Streams flowing with water And for the absence of Shining joyful hikers – The mountain is crying and knows The opposing side, Is holding her head high Facing the wind, And wouldn’t even look Toward her troubled sister.