Emek, choresh - sod yilbashu.
Shemesh kvar chovka harim.
Merchavim yachdav yirgashu:
Mi yordah el hak'ramim?
An teileichi, an tasuri l'vadeich?
Ei darkeich yordah, sapri li, Na'ama?
Sod li kat, asu'ach li badad.
Laruchot egal sodi.
Habotzrim - shiram yaronah.
Bak'ramim haruach shaht
Tziporim afot tzafonah.
Na'ama sharah bal'at.
The valley, the grove - will wear a secret.
The sun already hugs the hills.
The countryside is stirred -
Who is it, going down to the vineyards?
"Where will you go, to where will you turn, all by yourself?
Where does your path descend? Tell me, Na'ama."
"I have a little secret, I'll tell myself alone.
I'll reveal it to the winds."
The grape pickers sing joyfully.
A wind sails through the vineyards.
Birds fly north.
Na'ama sings secretly.