ืึฒืคึดืึผืึผ ืกึฐืึธืขึดืื ื ึดืฉืึฐืึผึธืจึดืื, ืึฒื ึดื ืืึนืึถืจึถืช ืึฐืึธ,
ืึฐืึนื ืึตืึฒืึทืช ืึดืงึฐื ึธื.
ืฉืึธื ึดืื ืจึทืึผืึนืช ืึตื ืฉืืึนืึฐืึดืื ืขึทื ืึผึทืึผึธื ืึผึทืึนื ืึผืึทืงึผึนืจ,
ืฉืึธื ึดืื ืึผึนื ืจึทืึผืึนืช,
ืึผึดืึฐืขึทื ื ืึนืฆึธืจ ืจึนืฉึถื ืฉืึถื ืฉืึทืึฐืึธื.
ืึตืื ืึตื ืึธืึดืื ืึดืึผึฐืงืึนืึธื ืึฐืึธืึฐ ื ึดืกึฐืชึผึธืจึดืื ืึทืึผึฐืงึดืืขึดืื.
ืึตืขึตืื ืึผึทืึฒืึธื.
ืฉืึธื ึดืื ืจึทืึผืึนืช ืขืึนืึฐืจืึนืช ืขึฒืึตืืึถื ืึผึฐืฆึดืคึผึดืึผึธื.
ืึดื ืฉืึถืขึธืชึดืื ืึฐึฐึฐืฉืึทืึผึตืจ ืืึนืชึธื
ืขึฒืึทืึดื ืึนื ืึผึธื.
ืึฐืึธื ืึธืึตืืึนื ืึฐืฉืึทืึฐืฉืึตื, ืึธืึทืฆึผืึนืช ื ึดืึฐืจึธืฉืืึนืช ืึฐืึทืึผึธื ืึตืึดืืึท ืึฐืืึนืึตืจ,
ืึฐืืึนืึถื, ืึตื ืึฐืึนื ืชึผึฐื ืึผืขึธื.
ืขึทื ืฉืึถืึผึธืืึนื ืึผึถืึถื ืึธื ืงึธืึธื ืึฐืึดืชึฐืึทืึผึตืึฐ ืขึทื ืึทืกึผึฐืึธืขึดืื
ืึธืืึนื ืึฐืึตืึตืึฐ.
ืึผืคึดืชึฐืึนื ืึธืึถืึถื ืคึผึฐืฆืึผืขึธื.
ืึธืึทืจึฐืชึผึดื ืึฐืึธ, ืึผึฐืฉืึถืกึผึฐืึธืขึดืื ื ึดืฉืึฐืึผึธืจึดืื ืึถื ืงืึนืจึถื ืึผึฐืึทืคึฐืชึผึธืขึธื.
ืึผืึทื ืึผึทื ืึฒื ึธืฉืึดืื.
~ืืืื ืจืืืงืืืืฅ
Even rocks break, I'm telling you
And not from the fury of old age
Many years they lie on their backs in heat and in cold
So many years
There is almost created there an impression of serenity
They do not move from their place, and so do the fissures become hidden
A sort of vanity
Many years pass upon them in expectation
He who is destined to break them
Has not yet come
Then the moss flourishes, the seaweeds are expelled, and the sea emerges and returns
And it is like they are movementless
Until a small seal will come to rub against the rocks
Will come, and will walk away
And suddenly the stone is injured
I told you, when rocks break it happens by surprise
And so do people
~Dalya Rabikovich
