O Jerusalem, cradle of light,
Tell me, how did the prophets come?
You are a radiant blessing to the world,
A kiss... when the pious supplicate.
If I call upon God, I call humbly,
In the realms of truth, supplication resounds.
Cities are built, then their light fades,
But you revive the histories of eternity.
For generations, you have been the hope,
O my hope, how can annihilation befall you?!
Your holy name has become a song
Rising above the lips of the pure
No medicine can cure the affliction
A touch from you... and the cure comes
Ah, melody of the pure heart
I am enamoured with you,
And in my breast is misery
If I speak... my words are painful:
How did we become wretched nations?
Glory once gazed around us
And we quarrelled like fools
I wiped the tears from my cheeks so that
You wouldn't say I love to weep
I am a son of Jerusalem...
Who is like me?
The great ones sing of my existence
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