Mi dolga, chofezet,
Al sela mefazezet?
Bat Carmel hi —
Ya’el, chemdat harim.
Gil tzchoka yarki’a
Re’a la haraki’a
Ve’achim la ribo hakochavim.
Zohar leilot yifros la ka’aderet
Boker ye’or beron hatziporim.
Ach shav tiga ha’elem utchapsena
Tzada hi bashvilim hanistarim. |
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Who is she, gliding through the woods,
Lingering over the rocks?
Daughter of the Carmel is she –
Yael, the beauty of the mountains.
Her gleeful laughter fills the air.
Her rooftop is the firmament
Her companions, the myriad stars.
Nighttime, she is wrapped in moon glow.
Mornings, she awakens to birdsong.
In vain, lad, will you toil and seek her.
She hunts in the hidden trails. |
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