BaLaila
Misaviv, al kar ve’al keset,
Michtavim yeshanim larov,
Ve’ani al gabam koreset
Ke’isha hakosemet ba’ov.

Ach leyom hamachar – kamoah –
Lo eshal et pi hanavi,
Ki rachak mimeni Eloha
Hen yode’a kvar levavi.

Hu yode’a etzev – Gilboa
Venachon la’etzev hahu
Kol halayla agil bli no’a
Beshurot beterem dahu.

Ach leyom hamachar – kamoah –
Lo eshal et pi hanavi,
Ki rachak mimeni Eloha
Hen yode’a kvar levavi.

Ach leyom hamachar – kamoah –
Lo eshal et pi hanavi,
Ki rachak mimeni Eloha
Hen yode’a kvar levavi.

In The Night
All around, on pillow and cushion,
Old letters in abundance,
And I collapse upon them
Like a woman conjuring spirits.

But for the day of tomorrow – like her –
I shall not ask the prophet’s mouth,
For God has moved far from me
Behold, my heart already knows.

It knows a sorrow – Gilboa
And is ready for that sorrow
All night I shall rejoice without moving
In lines before they fade.

But for the day of tomorrow – like her –
I shall not ask the prophet’s mouth,
For God has moved far from me
Behold, my heart already knows.

But for the day of tomorrow – like her –
I shall not ask the prophet’s mouth,
For God has moved far from me
Behold, my heart already knows.