ביקור מולדת [Bikur Moledet] [English translation]

I've come back home after 20 years

At first sight - nothing has changed

Two horses tied to the fig tree

A cardboard on the cement with an arrow "to the wedding"

Cyclamens wrapping bouquets of dark rocks

Puddles croaking the song of the frogs

the old men sitting outside and talking

cracked tea cups, biscuits with holes

But where did the children disappear to -

the ones I used to play with?

Where are all the children, where are they all?

Who took them away from me?

chickens, cows and here and there sheep

a hyrax/bunny fleeing like a chicken* into the orchards

a wet clover carpet twinkling in a green light

a liar fox whining in a valley, not far

But where...