Erev Shel Shoshanim (English)

Evening of roses

Let's go out to the grove

Myrrh, spices, and incense

Are a carpet to walk on

The night comes slowly

A breeze of roses blows

Let me whisper a song to you quietly

A song of love

At dawn, a dove is cooing

Your hair is filled with dew

Your lips to the morning are like a rose

I'll pick it for myself.

The night comes slowly

A breeze of roses blows

Let me whisper a song to you quietly

A song of love