Dodi li, va'ani lo
haro'e bashoshanim
My beloved is mine, and I am his
He tends his flocks among the lilies
Mi zot ola min hamidbar
M'kuteret mor ul'vona
Who is this that comes up out of the desert?
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense
Libavtini, achoti chala
Libavtini kala
You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride
You have captured my heart, my bride
Uri, tzafon
Arise, North Wind
And come, South Wind