Shabazi
Miyom rishon ad yom shishi batzohorayim
Yoshev Rabbi Shalom Shabazi bachanut
Oreg hu vetoper, gozer bamisparayim
Ohev et hamelacha vesone rabbanut

Bein ha’arbayim al Har Habayit
Ba letfila Birushalayim

Bein ha’arbayim al Har Habayit
Ba letfila Birushalayim

Kol yom vayom mehashki’a vechol halayil
Ochez Rabbi Shalom Shabazi be’ito
Mibe’ad chalono nir’et Yerushalayim
Ve’az ka’esh ola boke’at shirato

Bein ha’arbayim al Har Habayit
Ba letfila Birushalayim

Bein ha’arbayim al Har Habayit
Ba letfila Birushalayim

Miyom shishi ad yom rishon midei shavua
Ozev Rabbi Shalom Shabazi et ha’ir
Kmo bechol Shabbat hu tas al knaf haruach
Lakotel sherad be’Ir David

Bein ha’arbayim al Har Habayit
Ba letfila Birushalayim

Bein ha’arbayim al Har Habayit
Ba letfila Birushalayim

Shabazi
From Sunday until Friday at noon
Rabbi Shalom Shabazi sits in his shop.
He weaves and sews, cuts with scissors,
Loves his craft and hates the rabbinate.

At twilight upon the Temple Mount
He comes to pray in Jerusalem.

At twilight upon the Temple Mount
He comes to pray in Jerusalem.

Every day from sunset through the night
Rabbi Shalom Shabazi holds his pen.
Through his window Jerusalem is seen,
And then like fire his song bursts forth.

At twilight upon the Temple Mount
He comes to pray in Jerusalem.

At twilight upon the Temple Mount
He comes to pray in Jerusalem.

From Friday until Sunday each week
Rabbi Shalom Shabazi leaves the city.
As on every Sabbath he flies on the wing of the wind
To the Wall that survived in the City of David.

At twilight upon the Temple Mount
He comes to pray in Jerusalem.

At twilight upon the Temple Mount
He comes to pray in Jerusalem.