An'im z'mirot veshirim e'erog,
ki eleicha naf'shi ta'arog.
Nafshi chamd'dah betzel yadecha,
lada'at kol-raz sodecha.
Midei dabri bich'vodecha homeh libi el dodeicha.
Al ken adaber becha nich'badot,
veshimcha achabed beshirei yedidot. |
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I shall weave melodies and sweeten songs,
because my soul longs to you.
My soul desires the shade of your hand,
to know each wrinkle of your secret.
As I speek of your glory, my heart wishes for your love.
Thus I shall speak glories of you
and your name shall I honour in songs of mates. |
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