Israel, they say that theirs is the largest pool of tears,
I think that you hold something with which to compare you
better.
This is my peoples’ voice that is singing,
I don’t want, I don’t wish for my children to be
The largest tear gatherers,
Enough, enough for them gathering tears
And placing them into a pool,
Israel doesn’t need them, they have an
Ample salt water expanse
And in your small land mass
Where to place them,
Israel, I want you green, green and blue,
With the color of the waters,
But forested with a tree and plant expanse,
In the Autumn gilt, in the silvered winter
And in Spring and Summer
Splendid and vibrant in the quietude
Of calmness, but always with the voice
Of my people singing,
I want a bridge linking the past with the present,
Under which tears may flow,
The tears of the cries, mirroring them,
But above them the imagined deep well flowing
With a strong voice, resonating
Amply my peoples’ voice that is singing.
–Laura Rosen, z”l, translated by Frieda Levinsky