Lefelach Ha-Rimon
Lefelach ha-rimon adama rakatekh
Ke-govah ha-armon gevoha komatekh
U-mor im kinnamon yafiḥun mi-beitekh
Tzviya eineha le-libi asru

Le-einai ha-yonim adama eineha
Kemo ḥut ha-shani demut sefatoteha
Le-yofya im onim yevorakh tzureha
Levavi u-levava be-ahava niksharu

Levana ke-sahar me’ira ke-ḥama
Medaleget maher elai giv‘a rama
Ani arbe mohar tnu li ha-alma
Levavi im ruḥi be-yada niḥberu

Ḥavatzelet ha-Sharon ve-shoshanat ha-emek
Netuyat ha-garon ve-alai titḥamek
Ve-tavi ha-ḥaron le-libi ha-namak
Retiya havi’u le-makati zoru

Lefelach ha-rimon adama rakatekh
Ke-govah ha-armon gevoha komatekh
U-mor im kinnamon yafiḥun mi-beitekh
Tzviya eineha le-libi asru

Le-einai ha-yonim adama eineha
Kemo ḥut ha-shani demut sefatoteha
Le-yofya im onim yevorakh tzureha
Levavi u-levava be-ahava niksharu

Levana ke-sahar me’ira ke-ḥama
Medaleget maher elai giv‘a rama
Ani arbe mohar tnu li ha-alma
Levavi im ruḥi be-yada niḥberu

Ḥavatzelet ha-Sharon ve-shoshanat ha-emek
Netuyat ha-garon ve-alai titḥamek
Ve-tavi ha-ḥaron le-libi ha-namak
Retiya havi’u le-makati zoru

A Segment of the Pomegranate
To a slice of the pomegranate your temple is like fertile earth
As tall as a palace, so lofty is your stature
Myrrh and cinnamon breathe forth from your home
The beauty of your eyes has bound my heart

Like doves’ eyes, so tender are her eyes
Like a scarlet thread, the shape of her lips
For her beauty, with song, her Creator is blessed
My heart and her heart are bound in love

White as the moon, shining like the sun
She leaps swiftly toward me on a high hill
I will give abundant bride-price, give me the maiden
My heart and my spirit are joined in her hand

Lily of Sharon and rose of the valley
Graceful of neck, you draw away from me
Yet you bring burning longing to my aching heart
Bring a bandage for my wound, scatter it over me

To a slice of the pomegranate your temple is like fertile earth
As tall as a palace, so lofty is your stature
Myrrh and cinnamon breathe forth from your home
The beauty of your eyes has bound my heart

Like doves’ eyes, so tender are her eyes
Like a scarlet thread, the shape of her lips
For her beauty, with song, her Creator is blessed
My heart and her heart are bound in love

White as the moon, shining like the sun
She leaps swiftly toward me on a high hill
I will give abundant bride-price, give me the maiden
My heart and my spirit are joined in her hand

Lily of Sharon and rose of the valley
Graceful of neck, you draw away from me
Yet you bring burning longing to my aching heart
Bring a bandage for my wound, scatter it over me