That very morning I won't forget
when you hid your head in the pillow
the sunlight rested on the tent
and my head is beaten by drunkenness.
When I whispered her name in your ear
you grabbed my hand(s) in your cold hand
and one warm tear
fell into my palms.
Behold, many days passed
and my hands grew tired
and how beautiful your eyes
like Rachel's eyes.
I love you Leah
love you proudly
if I forget you Leah
my name isn't Yisrael.
May your heart not grow bitter over your sister
why, your sons sit by your side
don't turn your look away, woman
all my dreams are near
What is your request, oh say Leah
the seven years passed long ago*
only a moment is left
before the garden closes.
Behold, many days passed...
