זר כיסופים [Zer Kisufim] [English translation]

A bouquet of longing I picked at evening time

I gave a fragrant package of letters

shards of words that have yet to be dried

words that my tear sacrificed

bouquet of longing I made in front of your eyes

I wove inside it all of my longings

a forgiveness that was made from your tears

and anther one(a forgiveness) I carried with my hand

and my voice was filled with longings

what I was for you, and you are requested

does compassion or a thornbush?

does a beautiful blossom or fall?

and my day was filled in regret

what I was for you, and you become sad

your figure left weakness inside of me

and she is so beautiful but is left

A bouquet of longing I picked at evening time

package of letters is miserable

a plot of a lover I gave to you

the smell of pain that had diluted

a banquet of jealousy I gave from my garden

I wove for you all of my strength

and I brought the forgiveness with me

and another one was piled by my nights

and my voice was filled with longings....