Bo Beshalom
Rachel Shapira
Come in peace
The birds of the north have already arrived, mingling in the valleys
Our sister, the wind, passes on the roads and we are thirsty for times
Come in peace, the harvest is already remembered before the last portion is sown
And before the winepress and the wine barrel, please return to us in peace
Come in peace, the courtyards are opened, we set the table and lit the candles
And before the straightened psalm, we wait for you to return
The hyssop clings to the stone like a child to its mother, the only one
Our sister, the wind, in the fields, and the rain in the palm of her hand
Come in peace, the harvest is already remembered before the last portion is sown
And before the winepress and the wine barrel, please return to us in peace
Come in peace, the courtyards are opened, we set the table and lit the candles
And before the straightened psalm, we wait for you to return
Stars settle the horizon, the moon completes its lack
Our sister will meet the lost one, gently wrap his vine
Come in peace, the harvest is already remembered before the last portion is sown
And before the winepress and the wine barrel, please return to us in peace
Come in peace, the courtyards are opened, we set the table and lit the candles
And before the straightened psalm, we wait for you to return
