Shalom to Jerusalem!
Shalom to Israël!
Shalom to the earth!
Avir harim tzalul kayayin Vereiach oranim, Nisa beru’ach ha’arbayim Im kol pa’amonim.
Uvetardemat ilan va’even Shvuyah bachalomah, Ha’ir asher badad yoshevet Uvelibah chomah.
Yerushalayim shel zahav Veshel nechoshet veshel or Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor. Yerushalayim shel zahav
Veshel nechoshet veshel or Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor.
Chazarnu el borot hamayim Lashuk velakikar, Shofar kore behar habayit ba’ir ha’atikah.
Uvame’arot asher baselah Alfei shmashot zorchot, Nashuv nered el yam hamelach Bederech Yericho!
Yerushalayim shel zahav Veshel nechoshet veshel or Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor. Yerushalayim shel zahav
Veshel nechoshet veshel or Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor.
Ach bevo’i hayom lashir lach Velach lik’shor k’tarim, Katonti mitze’ir bana’ich Ume’acharon ham’shorerim.
Ki shmech tzorev et hasfatayim Keneshikat saraf , Im eshkachech Yerushalayim Asher kulah zahav…
Yerushalayim shel zahav Veshel nechoshet veshel or Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor. Yerushalayim shel zahav
Veshel nechoshet veshel or Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor.
The mountain air is clear as wine And the scent of pines Is carried on the breeze of twilight With the sound of bells.
And in the slumber of tree and stone Captured in her dream The city that sits solitary And in its midst is a wall.
Jerusalem of gold And of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. Jerusalem of gold And of
bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
We have returned to the cisterns To the market and to the market-place A ram’s horn calls out on the Temple Mount In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain Thousands of suns shine – We will once again descend to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho!
Jerusalem of gold And of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. Jerusalem of gold And of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
But as I come to sing to you today, And to adorn crowns to you I am the smallest of the youngest of your children And of the last poet.
For your name scorches the lips Like the kiss of a seraph If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Which is all gold…
Jerusalem of gold And of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. Jerusalem of gold And of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs.