Shalom, Mount Avarim. Blessed be your slopes. <br />Somewhere on you the greatest of men was gathered, <br />Sacred bones now buried deep in your side. <br />If you do not know him, ask the Red Sea, <br />Ask the green bush, ask Sinai, and they will tell you: <br />“He was not a man of words, but he did God’s work.” <br />I have vowed to visit you soon, God willing. <br /> <br />Translated by Robert Mezey<br /><br />Yehudah HaLevi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mount-avarim/
