Music Lilies - Yerushalayim Shel Zahav (Jerusalem Of Gold)

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Lyrics
Yerushalayim Shel Zahav

Avir harim tzalul ka-yayin
Ve-reiach oranim,
Nisa beru'ach ha'arbayim
Im kol pa'amonim.

Uvetardemat ilan va'even
Shvuyah bachalomah,
Ha'ir asher badad yoshevet
Uvelibah chomah

Yerushalayim shel zahav
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor

Eicha yavshu borot ha-mayim
Kikar ha-shuk reikah,
Ve'ein poked et har habayit
Ba'ir ha'atikah.

Uvame'arot asher basela
Me-yalelot ruchot,
Ve-ein yored el yam hamelach
Bederech Yericho.

Yerushalayim shel zahav
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor

Ach be-vo'i hayom lashir lach
Velach lik'shor k'tarim,
Katonti mitze'ir bana'ich
Ume'acharon ham'shorerim.

Ki shmech tzorev et hasfatayim
Keneshikat saraf ,
Im eshkachech Yerushalayim
Asher kulah zahav…

Yerushalayim shel zahav
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor.

Translation:

Jerusalem Of Gold

The mountain air is clear as wine
And the scent of pines
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
With the sound of bells.

And in the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in her dream
The city that sits solitary
And in its midst is a wall.

Jerusalem of gold
And of copper, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs

How the cisterns have dried
The market-place is empty
And no one frequents the Temple Mount
In the Old City.

And in the caves in the mountain
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho.

Jerusalem of gold
And of copper, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs

But as I come to sing to you today,
And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise)
I am the smallest of the youngest of your children (i.e. the least worthy of doing so)
And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born).

For your name scorches the lips
Like the kiss of a seraph
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,
Which is all gold…

Jerusalem of gold
And of copper, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs