בַּקַּיִץba-KA-yitzשֶׁעָבַרshe-a-VARיָצָאתִיya-TZA-tiלְטִיּוּלle-ti-YULאָרֹךְa-ROKHלְבַדle-VADבְּהַרbe-HARמֵירוֹן.mei-RON.הַמַּסְלוּלha-mas-LULהָיָהha-YAיָפֶהya-FEבַּהַתְחָלָה:ba-hat-kha-LA:עֲצֵיa-TZEIאֹרֶן,O-ren,פִּרְחֵיpir-KHEIבָּרBARוְשָׁמַיִםve-sha-MA-yimכְּחֻלִּיםkhu-LIMוּבְהִירִים.u-ve-hi-RIM.אַחֲרֵיa-kha-REIשְׁעָתַיִםshe-a-TA-yimהֵבַנְתִּיhe-VAN-tiשֶׁאֲנִיshe-a-NIכְּבָרke-VARלֹאLOהוֹלֵךְho-LEKHעַלalהַשְּׁבִילha-she-VILהַמְסֻמָּן.ha-me-su-MAN.לַטֶּלֶפוֹןla-TE-le-fonלֹאLOהָיְתָהhai-TAקְלִיטָה,kli-TA,וְהִתְחַלְתִּיve-hit-KHAL-tiלְהַרְגִּישׁle-har-GISHמֻדְאָג.mud-AG.הִתְיַשַּׁבְתִּיhit-ya-SHAV-tiעַלalאֶבֶן,E-ven,שָׁתִיתִיsha-TI-tiמַיִםMA-yimוְנִסִּיתִיve-ni-SI-tiלְהִזָּכֵרle-hi-za-KHERבְּכָלbe-KHOLמַהMAשֶּׁלִּמְּדוּshe-lim-DUאוֹתָנוּo-TA-nuבַּצּוֹפִים.ba-tzo-FIM.פִּתְאוֹםpit-OMשָׁמַעְתִּיsha-MA-tiקוֹלKOLשֶׁלshelמַיִםMA-yimזוֹרְמִיםzor-MIMוְהָלַכְתִּיve-ha-LAKH-tiלְכִוּוּנָם.le-khi-vu-NAM.הַנַּחַלha-NA-khalהוֹבִילho-VILאוֹתִיo-TIלִכְפָרlikh-FARקָטָן,ka-TAN,וְשָׁםve-SHAMאִשָּׁהi-SHAנֶחְמָדָהnekh-ma-DAנָתְנָהnat-NAלִיliטְרֶמְפּ.TREMP.חָזַרְתִּיkha-ZAR-tiהַבַּיְתָהha-BAI-taעָיֵףa-YEFאֲבָלa-VALאֲסִירa-SIRתּוֹדָה,to-DA,וְעִםve-imהַרְבֵּהhar-BEיוֹתֵרyo-TERכָּבוֹדka-VODלַטֶּבַע.la-TE-va.
Last summer I set out alone on a long hike on Mount Meron. The trail was beautiful at first: pine trees, wildflowers, and a clear blue sky. After two hours I realized I was no longer walking on the marked trail. There was no reception on the phone, and I started to feel worried. I sat on a stone, drank water, and tried to recall everything we had been taught in scouts. Suddenly I heard the sound of running water and walked toward it. The stream led me to a small village, and there a nice woman gave me a ride. I returned home tired but grateful, and with much more respect for nature.