KI HIVSHILU
How ripe the grapes upon the vine,
Now they have all turned to wine,
Containers are now stacked in line
And tired eyes begin to shine.
As girls danced with steps divine,
Onward into dark of night.
Wine, wine, my cup refill!
Bewitched by beauty of your eyes
I shall not sate my thirst until
For me your heartbeat sighs.
Let us talk the time away
Until the dawning of new day.
Come, my lovely, come with me
Under awning of apple tree.
How ripe the grapes upon the vine,
Now they have all turned to wine.
Wine, wine, my cup refill!...
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THE VINES HAVE RIPENED
The Grape Bunches are Ready to Harvest
Ki hivshilu eshkolot
Ki hayu leyayin
Ki alu hamecholot,
Lahatu einayim.
Yafyafu mecholelot
Ad hayu kelayil.
Yayin, yayin, havi yayin
At yefat einayim.
Lo raviti, lo raviti
Ad libeich shaviti.
Lo al meh velo al mah
Ad hayom yafuach.
Bo’i, bo’i ha’almah
Tachat hatapuach.
Ki hivshilu eshkolot
Ki hayu leyayin.
Yayin, yayin, havi yayin…
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