-1-
Her joy... is our joy
From the day she stood
And sang for us
The earth sang
With a voice that paints our laughter
With the hoarseness of her "Oof"
That didn't leave us
In the night of hatred
-2-
O white dove, congratulate her
Your colour is from her...
Don't forget her
Sprinkle her with perfume
And sing to her a handful of love
And adorn her with purity her nights
She is purity.
-3-
We loved her. and God knows
We couldn't dry the tears
When he was gone
And her laughter honored us
Her voice, which relieves the people
The strongest torment
-4-
Her voice.
Like her high mountains
With its clouds, fields are extended
Wheat is sown
With its melodies, nights are erased
And our laughter returns
It glitters within the wound.
**
