Lyrics

Pomegranate tree has emanated its fragrance
Between the Dead Sea and Jericho,
My fortress, your regiment returned from patrol,
My innocent, your lover returned from wondering.

Treasures of Ofir and fragrance of Gile’ad,
Chariots of Egypt I sent to you, girl
Thousand songs I will hang for your shield
From the Nile to the Jordan.

You are more engaged than all the brides,
You are excellent as the fortress towers.
Your two eyes are like two pigeons
And your voice is like the sounds of bells.

To you are the cheers, to you are the wreaths,
To you are the signs carried by heroes,
What use are the army of thousand, or ten thousand?
My heart is dying of love.

The arrow returns to the bow,
The pomegranate returns to the top of the tree,
For you and to you the army is longing for,
Come my love, the night is already here.

To you are the cheers, to you are the wreaths,
To you are the signs carried by heroes,
What use are the army of thousand, or ten thousand?
My heart is dying of love.

My heart is dying of love.