Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Toil lyrics

Clothe me, goodly mother, in a splendrous coat of many colors, And with dawn lead me unto my toil. My land wraps itself in light as in a tallit Houses stand like tefillin, And like tefillin-straps the palm-paved highways all glide down. Thus a beautiful new township prays at dawn to her creator, And among creators, Your son Abraham Is the hymnal poet-paver Of the roads of Israel. And at evening in the sunset Father shall return from labors And like prayer whisper gladly: Dearest son, my Abraham Skin and bones and veins and sinews: Hallelujah Clothe me, goodly mother in a splendrous coat of many colors, And with dawn lead me Unto my toil.