Erev shel shoshanim
Nitzeh na el habustan
Mor, besamim ulevana
L'raglech miftan.
Shachar homa yonah,
Roshech ma'ale t'lalim
Pich el haboker shoshana
Ektefenu li.
Laila yored le'at
Veru'ach shoshan noshvak,
Havah elchash lach shir balat
Zemer shel ahava.
Nitzeh na el habustan
Mor, besamim ulevana
L'raglech miftan.
Shachar homa yonah,
Roshech ma'ale t'lalim
Pich el haboker shoshana
Ektefenu li.
Laila yored le'at
Veru'ach shoshan noshvak,
Havah elchash lach shir balat
Zemer shel ahava.
Evening of roses
Let's go out to the grove
Myrrh, spices, and incense
Are a carpet to walk on
At dawn, a dove is cooing
Your hair is filled with dew
Your lips to the morning are like a rose
I'll pick it for myself.
The night comes slowly
A breeze of roses blows
Let me whisper a song to you quietly
A song of love
Let's go out to the grove
Myrrh, spices, and incense
Are a carpet to walk on
At dawn, a dove is cooing
Your hair is filled with dew
Your lips to the morning are like a rose
I'll pick it for myself.
The night comes slowly
A breeze of roses blows
Let me whisper a song to you quietly
A song of love
~End Quote
*photos taken in le Marais, a historic district housing one of Paris's main Jewish communities
Now THAT'S a love song! :-D
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful, my friend. Love, love, love this.