Hinech Yafa

In my bed, I have already waited weeks
For the love of my soul, and I did not find it
I searched in all the streets of the crowded city
These lies, and I did not find it

I found the guards who patrol the city
But my beloved almost, and I did not find him
But I will not let go of him until he comes into my city
Into my mother's house, into my room, into my bed

You are beautiful, I have seen
Your lips are a thread of scarlet
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
Who is this coming up from the wilderness
Like a great bird on the wing?
He has arrived at my house

You are beautiful, I have seen
I have stolen the gaze of your eyes that have captured me
Like the flame of love
Who is this coming up from the wilderness
Like a great bird on the wing?
He has arrived at my house