At le'ati ahavati lamrot retzonah mi yiten yacholti lasur lema'onah ani ohev otach kol kach ani noshek otach kol kach lu ahavtini le'ati chayay lach umoti.
Vehu amar lah at shochenet bil'vavi vatzar alai beitah ut'shukoteiha chatam belahat itamar hu ben avi shalosh shanim bachu'ha bacha eleilha bikesh lasim ketz lechayav be'ekdacho hakar veshar lah nachal dma'otav veshar veshar veshar.
I feel a shudder at the back of my neck Thinking about how Love once used to speak. In the city of Jerusalem there was a very pure man, Deeply in love and in a great pain of angst. And these were the words of his love: A flaming love, Which was heard By his beloved princess, Leah
“I loved my Leah – in spite of her will; Oh, how I wish I could cross her threshold. I love you so much! I yearn to kiss you! If only you would love me, my Leah, I would be yours in life and death.”
And he said to her: “You dwell in my heart” And he stalked her house and her desires, Signed his letters in passion, Itamar Ben Avi, And cried for her incessantly three years. He threatened to take his own life With his cold pistol. And sang to her a river of tears He sang, and sang and sang:
“I loved my Leah – in spite of her will;
Leah is locked and indrawn in her hideaway, With her coal-colored hair and pure complexion. He vowed to obliterate her image in his heart, But his promise failed, and he returned to her. And sometime after three years At long last she went after him. Since then when he walks the bells Ring his poetry to her.
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