Who said: "Everything was burned down, Never again will you throw crops in the earth?" Who said, that the earth has died? No, she has concealed for a time being. Motherhood can’t be taken from the earth, Can’t be taken away, like the water from sea. Who believed, that the earth was burned down? No, she’s gotten black from grief and sorrow. The trenches lay down like cuts and slashes, And the funnels are gaping like wounds. The naked nerves of the aching earth Know the unearthly suffering and pain. She will endure anything, she will wait, Don’t write her up as a cripple!.. Who said, that the earth doesn’t sing, That she got silent forever?! No, she rings, deafening the moans everywhere, From all her wounds and her vents, Because the earth - it is our very soul, A soul can’t be trampled with boots. Who said, that the earth has died? No, she has concealed for a time being.
© Nathan Mer. Translation, 1991