The pomegranate tree gave off its fragrance.
Between the Salt Sea and Jericho.
Return, my wall, your wandering uncle,
Come back, my dear, your uncle.

Treasures of Ophir and treasures of Gilead
I have denied you the chariot of Egypt, daughter.
A thousand singers will hang a shield for you.
From the light to the Jordan.

You are the most complete of all,
You are a flag as flags are.
Your two eyes are like two doves.
And the sound of bells.

To you the terrors, to you the strangers,
To you belong all the signs of the heroes,
What is a thousand or a ten thousand to me?
My heart is dying of love.

Return to the bow, return to the arrow,
The pomegranate returned to the top of the tree.
To you and to you the army will be well,
Come here, for the night is falling.

To you the terrors, to you the strangers,
To you belong all the signs of the heroes,
What is a thousand soldiers to me, and what is a ten thousand?
My heart is dying of love.