Dodi Li

Dodi Li

Hanitzanim niru ba-aretz, ays hazamir hegiyah,

V’kol hator nishma, b’ artzeinu

Dodi li vaani lo haroeh bashoshanim


The righteous blossoms are seen in the land,

the time of Your song has arrived,

and the voice of Your guide is heard in the land.

My beloved is mine, and I am His, who feeds among roses.