A light goes on
In Beit Hakerem,
A candle shines in Nayot,
In Gonen a halo shines
And my eyes to Talpiot.

In Komemiyut breaks out,
A song from arched window,
From Gilo a tune flows,
To the ocean of nights.

Return, return,
Daughter of Jerusalem
To my home, to my holy day
The Master
Has rewarded you
And me, and my soul.

A Sabbath moon has risen,
Sailing over Meah Shearim,
A man of Beit Levi appears,
Returning via Nes Harim.

Priests passed in the dark,
Coming from Ir Ganim,
With vest,
Gold and breastplate,
Pomegranates and bells.

Return, return,
Daughter of Jerusalem…

To Ramat Rachel they arrive,
Angels and magicians
Yemin Moshe they soothe,
Mishkenot Shaananim.

Someone a carpet will lay,
Over sleepy Ein Karem
A great calm He will promise
To Rehavia and Romema.

Return, return,
Daughter of Jerusalem…

The Master, He has rewarded you

Sleep, sleep City of Whole
The remotest of your poets
Dreams of your song.