Kol dodi, kol dodi
kol dodi hineh ze ba
M'daleg al heharim
m'kapetz al hagva'ot

Voice of my lover
voice of my lover and behold he comes!
Leaping on the mountains
skipping on the valleys. 

Translation: George Jakubovits

Etz harimon natan recho
ben yam hamelach ad Y'richo
Shav chomati g'dudech mindod
Shav tamati dodech midod

Otzrot Ofir utzri Gilad
Rechev mitzrayim shalati lach, bat
Elef hazemer etle lach magen
min hay'or ad hayarden

Pomegranate tree has emanated its fragrance
between the Dead Sea and Jericho,
My fortress, your regiment returned from patrol,
My innocent your lover returned from wondering.

Treasures of Ofir and fragrance of Gile’ad,
Chariots of Egypt I sent to you, girl
Thousand songs I will hang for your shield
From the Nile to the Jordan. 

Translation: Hagai Halamish

Kuando veyo ijo ermozo ayi me vo yoKon las paras, sin las paras
Si me dan, si no me dan,
me yo lo vo tomar

When I see a handsome boy, I go to him
With money, without money
Whether they give it to me or not
I will take him

Och när som jag var på mitt artonde år
det var en vacker pojke som föll uti min håg
en tänkte jag för evigt att älska
Men denna min tanke rätt snarligt försvann:
Det var en annan flicka som lades i hans famn
Den kallar han för "rosende blomma"

And when I was going on eighteen
there was a handsome boy whom I fancied
I thought that I would love him forever
But this my intention soon vanished:
It was another girl who was lain in his arms
He calls her "rosy blossom"
 

Una mática de ruda, una mática de flor
hija mia querida
dime a mi quien te la dió
Una mática de ruda, una mática de flor
Me la dió un mancevico
que de mi se enamoró
Hija mia querida, no te eches a perdición
Más vale un mal marido
que es mejor de nuevo amor
Mal marido, la mi madre, no hay más maldición
Nuevo amor, la mi madre
la manzana y el buen limón 

A branch of rue, a flowering branch
My darling daughter
tell me who gave it to you
A branch of rue, a flowering branch
A young man gave it to me
because he fell in love with me
My darling daughter, do not ruin your life
A bad husband is more worth
He is better than a new lover
A bad husband, mother, is a real curse
A new lover, mother
is like the apple and the good lemon

Mi yitneni of
tzi por kanaf k'tana
Habindude en sof
nafshi ma mitana
Ah, bindude en sof 
nafshi ma mitana

Oh, that I had wings
like those of a little bird!
I wander endlessly
to find shelter for my soul

Eshet chayil mi yimtsa
verachok mip'ninim michra
Batach ba lév bala
veshalal lo yechsar
Gemalathu tov velora
kol yemé chayeha
darsha tsemer ufishtim
vata'as bechéfets kapeha
Haita kaoniot sochér
mimerchak tavi lachma
vetakam beod laila
vatitén teref leveitah vechok lena'roteiha
zamma sade vatikachéhu
mipri chapeiha nat'a kare
chagra beoz motneiha
vateaméts z'rooteha

A worthy wife is more precious than corals.
Her husband trusts her,
he will not want for anything.
She does him good and no evil
every day of her life.
 

She makes arts and crafts from wool and flax.
Like the trade ship, she fetches the bread from far
away.
She gets up before the sun rises
and feeds her household and her servants.
She plants vineyards with her own hands.
She girds her loins, and her arms are strong.

Tu madre, cuando te parió

y te quitó al mundo

corazón ella no te dió

para amar segundo 

Adió, adió querida

no quero la vida

me la amargates tú

Va, buxcate otro amor

Aharva otras puertas

Aspera otro ardor

que para mí sos muerta

When your mother gave birth to you

and put you into the world

she didn't give you a heart

to love another

Goodbye, goodbye, my love

I don't want my life

You have made it bitter

Go, find yourself another love

Knock on other doors

Seek another ardour

because for me you are dead

Yedí Kulé verás empaseando

De altas murallas saradeado

En la prisón esto' por tí atado

En el budrúm lloro desmasalado

Me quitaron la luz, esto' sufriendo

y la muerte, niña, sto viendo

Yo sto en la prisión, tú en las flores

Sufro de corazón, quiero que llores

Por el Yedí Kulé ven paseando

Mira en que hali yo sto pasando

Fostanico preto cale hacerte

y a la quehilá echar aceite

You can sight Yedí Kulé when you walk by

It is surrounded by high walls

I am in prison, in chains for your sake

I cry in the dungeon in despair

They took away the light, I am suffering

and I see death approaching, girl

I am in prison, you among the flowers

I suffer in my heart, I want you to cry

Come, walk by the Yedí Kulé

See the misery I have to endure

Let a black dress be made for you

and make an offering of oil in the Synagogue

Alta, alta es la luna

cuando empeza a esclarecer

Hija ermoza y sin ventura

nunca llegue a nacer

Mis ojos se me hincheron

de tanto mirar la mar

Vaporicos van y vienen

letra para mi no hay

Mi querido es hermoso

dos taras tiene con él

La una que arroja dados

la otra que echa ses bes

Mi querido es alto y vano

y una vara de espander

Mi madre hizo colada

lo metió a detener

High, high is the moon

when dawn is breaking

A beautiful, hapless girl

should never have been born

My eyes have swelled up

from gazing so much at the sea

Steamboats come and go

There is no letter for me

My beloved is handsome

He has two weaknesses:

One is that he shoots craps

the other that he plays backgammon

My beloved is tall and vain

just like a clothes line pole

My mother hung up her laundry

and let him hold the line

Ben n’har Prat unhár Chidékel
Al hahar m'tamér dekel
Uvadekel ben afaav
Tishkon la duchifat zahav

Between the Euphrates and the Tigris,
on a mountain, stands a palm tree
Amidst its leaves
dwells a golden peacock

Cuando el rey Nimrod al campo salía

vido en el cielo y en la estrellería

Vido luz santa en la judería

que havía de nacer Avram Avinu

Avram Avinu, padre querido

Padre bendicho, luz de Yisrael

La mujer de Térah quedó preñada

Día en día en día él la preguntava:

"De qué teneij la cara tan demudada?"

Ella ya savía el bien que tenía

Al fin de los mueve mezes, parir quería

Iva caminando por campos y viñas

Y a su marido tal no le descuvría

Topó una m'ará, allí parería

When king Nimrod went out into the fields

he looked at the sky and at the stars

He saw a holy light from the Jewish Quarter

and knew that our father Abraham would be born

Our father Abraham, beloved father

Blessed father, light of Israel

Térah's wife became pregnant

Day after day he asked her:

"Why do you look so worried?"

She already knew what treasure she was carrying/shielding

At the end of the nine months, she wanted to give birth

She wandered through fields and vineyards

so that her husband wouldn't find her

She came to a cave where she could give birth

Heming tog bogjen på sin bak

Og pilekorgi ved side

So mundi han seg åy fjölle gå

Han visste eit bjönnehie

Hemingen unge kunne på skiom renne

Han rende bå’ bratt og flatt

So lett han på skio flyge

Då blei han var i bergje inn

Bjartan elden lyse

Er inne sat den gamle Gygri

Og kara med naso i elde

Kor vil du av du usseldreng

Som kjerne so seint om kvelde

Er du komen i bergje ut

Å blive her dagane alle

So vil eg reise meg upp i land

Og lata vårt bryllaupe kalle

Gygri seg moy aust munde snu

Soli ho skeib i augo

Då blei ho i flintestein

Standane neri haugo

Heming took his bow and arrows

and put on his skis, and went bearhunting.

Young Heming was a good skier

He flew on his skis

He then saw a fire burning inside a mountain

In there sat the old witch Gygri,

poking in the fire:

"Where are you going so late at night, silly boy?

You shall stay here for the rest of your days,

and I will now go and invite guests to our wedding!"

Gygri went outside,

the sun shone in her eyes

and she turned to stone down in the field

Stolt Margjit got ready to go to church

Time drags on

She then took the road to the mountain

It is I who is burdened by sorrow

And when she came to the mountain wall

the Mountain King appeared with his long, white beard

And the Mountain King took out a gilded silver chair:

"Sit down, Stolt Margit, and rest your foot!"

She stayed in the mountain for nine years

And she had tree sons and daughters

And Margjit sat with her distaff and spun

She then heard the church bells of Bøherad chime

Stolt Margjit said to the Mountain King:

"Can I get permission to go to my father?"

"You may get permission to go to your father

But you must not be gone for more than one or two hours"

And as she entered the homestead,

her dear father went out to greet her

He led Stolt Margjit in, with joy and tears

He sat her down in her mother's chair

But then came the Mountain King, swift as a fire

"Will you not come home to the children tonight?"

"Farewell, then, all of you in my home

Now I will never come back to you again"

Stolt Margjit mounted the grey stead

She cried more tears than the horse had hairs.

Tres hermanicas eran

blancas de rosa y ramas de flor

tres hermanicas eran, tres hermanicas son

Las dos eran casadas,

la chica en perdición

Su padre con vergüenza

a Rodas la envió

En medio del camino

castillos la fraguó

Ventanas hizo altas

pa´ que no sube varón

Varón es que lo supo

a la mar ya se echó

There were three sisters

white roses and branches of flowers

There were three sisters, three sisters they are

Two of them were married,

the youngest one had fallen into perdition

Her father, in shame,

sent her off to Rhodes

Halfway there

he had a castle built for her

He made windows so high

that no man could get in

The man heard about it

and threw himself into the sea