Sweet goodies that are in the basket
there are none prettier than these
and days like these -
they are all in this song.

And the girl that is dancing,
if I don't have her, whom do I have,
and that to whom my soul only goes to -
they are all in this song.

A festival day is a day that drives you crazy,
hasimlah ahser me'aleiha
vehat'chelet be'eineiha -
they are in this song
and the whistle of the wagtail bird,
and all that awaits me there
and all that this does to me -
they are in this song.

The gold that's on the threshing-floor,
the green in the grass,
and the fragrance of the pine -
they are also in this song.

And the redness on her cheeks
and a bit after that,
and things that are connected to me and her -
they are all in this song.

A festival day...