Im Eshkachaych
Im Eshkachaych
Im eshkachaych Yerushalayim tish-kach ye-meeni
Tidbak l’shoni licheekie, im lo ezkeraychi,
Im lo aaleh es Yerushalayim, al rosh simchasi
If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget it’s skill.
Let my tounge adhere to my palate if I fail to recall you, if I fail to
elevate Jerusalem above my foremost joy.