So long as still within the inmost heart a Jewish spirit sings,
so long as the eye looks eastward, gazing toward Zion,
our hope is not lost: that hope of two thousand years,
to be a free people in our land, the land of Zion and Jerusalem
Our hope is not yet lost,
The hope of two thousand years,To be a free people in our land,The land of Zion and Jerusalem.
Our hope is not yet lost,The ancient hope,To return to the land of our fathers,The city where David encamped.
As long as tears from our eyesFlow like benevolent rain,And throngs of our countrymenStill pay homage at the graves of (our) fathers;As long as our precious WallAppears before our eyes,And over the destruction of G-d's TempleAn eye still wells up with tears;As long as the waters of the JordanIn fullness swell its banks,And (down) to the Sea of GalileeWith tumultuous noise fall;As long as on the barren highwaysThe humbled city gates mark,And among the ruins of JerusalemA daughter of Zion still cries;As long as pure tearsFlow from the eye of a daughter of my nation,And to mourn for Zion at the watch of nightShe still rises in the middle of the nights;As long as drops of blood in our veinsFlow back and forth,And upon the graves of our fathersDewdrops still fall;Hear, O my brothers in the lands of exile,The voice of our Prophets,(Who declare) That only with the very last Jew —Only there is the end of our hope!Go, my people, return in peace to your landThe balm in Gilead, your healer in Jerusalem,Your healer is G-d, the wisdom of His heart,Go my people in peace, healing is imminent... "