Yerushalajim
A. Hameiri
 
 
 
 
 
 

From the top of Mount Scopus

I humbly bow to you

From the top of Mount Scopus

Shalom to you, Jerusalem

For one hundred generations I have dreamt of you

To see you, to gain the right to see the light of your face

Jerusalem, Oh Jerusalem

Welcome your son with your joyous face

Jerusalem, Oh Jerusalem

From your ruins I shall rebuild you

 

From the top of Mount Scopus

Shalom to you, Jerusalem

Thousands of exiles from all corners of the Earth 

Are staring at  you

May you be blessed by a thousand blessings

Shrine of the king, city of  the monarchy

Jerusalem, Oh Jerusalem

I shall not move from here

Jerusalem, Oh Jerusalem

Peace will come, will come

Messiah will come, will come

 

 

Copyright, English translation: Rafael Manory