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.

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.

Sweetly I sing and melodies I weave
(For) to thee my soul yearns
My soul desires in the shadow of your creation
To know, the mysteries of thine secrets

As I speak of thy glory
My heart pines for your affection
My heart pines (x2)

Therefore I shall speak of thy splendor
And honor thy name with songs of love

(For) To Thee…