Am Yisrael

People of Israel 

Like the burning bush, he fights and overcomes; as dawn returns, he will remain alone 

Old – he too is awake, and he knows: the Guardian does not sleep 

People of Israel 

Like a white dove, her tear on her cheek, and what does she want already? To rest her head on my window. She returns and there’s a message in her mouth. 

People of Israel 

For years I am asking: Have you seen Whom my soul loves? 

Day and night, like a winding path, he sings an ancient tune, yes it has a tear 

And at a time of mercy, at sunset, he pauses to pray at the side of the road, before he sits on a high place 

I look and think: My brothers, how sweet you are! 

People of Israel 

“Danger – we’re building here”, “Slow down – children”, “If you continue on, you will descend to the lowest place in the world”  

With a little salt and sea sand he sets up an Ahava [skin care] plant here. 

People of Israel 

Gather together and come, from the Book of Prophets, the poets’ verses, or the lofty words of the paytanim (liturgical poets) 

They also say on the radio that the ingathering of the exiles has traffic jams 

Oh, don’t get upset, the ingathering of the exiles has traffic jams 

Oh, the ingathering of the exiles has traffic jams