I, myself prohibit
myself to reveal our secret,
to say your full name,
or even write it when I write.
A prisoner of you I am,
Searching in the shadows the caverns of my agony.
When I invoke you when I am alone,
In the dark rock I touch your impassible company.

O Yirushalime!

How beautiful are your white buildings,
How great are your walls,

The city that has a person from every part of the world,
The city that every person cares, loves, and claims;
The city every person feels a connection to.

O Jerusalem the eternal city!

Why hide if one can be seen?
Why run if one can fight?
Why kneel  if one can stand with a head held high?
Why surrender if one still has strength?
Why cry if one can still smile?
Because struggle comes before one overcomes the obstacle.