From the sea's expanse the wild wave arises

The ocean licks at your feet,

And the wind will play again with your braid

And sing your name.

Listen how above,

Seagulls rustle their wings

And there remains ... only the echo of your voice.

On the hillsides the flowers rushed to bloom

You wore a kalanit [anemone] in your hair

And with the spring you, too, rushed to escape

And no one knows how.

Look how the cypress above

Moves its top

And there remains ... only the echo of your voice.

All the songs found their way this evening

From the plowed fields to your doorstep,

And all my hopes went with them, to be torn apart,

For you didn't open your door.

Look how a star

Winks at you from the sky

And there remains ... only the echo of your voice.

All the waves reached the shore in the wind

All the seas carried your image,

But only your braid will move, on your shoulder,

And will hear the longing of your heart.

Listen how, from the path,

The jackal calls to the evening

And there remains ... only the echo of your voice.