Bissho kobi Rabindranath Tagore. Universal Poet of the 19th Century. Hindustani and Rabindra shongeeth.  Mor bhabonarey ki haway mathalo. What memories storms bring to life– Jerusalem of Gold; now and the past.

 Ketaki , Jerusalem of the ages.

Mor bhabonarey ki haway mathalo My heart remembers distant thoughts that swirl as storms dolae mono dolae akarono horoshae and makes it sing at every thought. Hridoyo gogone shojolo ghono in the heart’s sky there is splendid display. Nobino megher roshoreo dhara boroshae as young gathering of clouds spells rain.  Thaharae dekhina jae dekhina shudhu monae monae khonae khonae oi shona jai. Except in our souls where He speaks.  Baajae olokitho thari choronae runu runu runu runu nuporo dhoni.  Seeking fulfillment, the bells of the anklets hasten worshippers to their treasure, God. Gopono shoponae chaayilo apo rosho aacholaero nobo nilima, While blue hued rivers make him known. Oodae jai badolae aei bathashae thar chaya mayo elokae akashae. The storms leave the sky with shadows as their signatures. Shaejae mono mor nilo akuli jol bheja kethoki durshubahashe. Heart’s glory drenched in rain, the flowering Kethoki beckons distant horizons with wondrous delight.
 Ketaki Flowers

The Spirit of Truth. The Rabbinate in Jerusalem or Yerushalayim of Gold. Sawarae, Beloved of God.

Jerusalem of Gold. Yerushalayim Shel Zahav. When truth and law coincide in one golden moment in our past.

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Yerushalayim Shel Zahav. Prayers for Jerusalem of Gold. Adoramus Te, We Adore You, Vivificamus Te, We Praise Your life, We Sanctificamus Te, We Pray for Your Holiness in Souls. Shaday, one name of God, for Israeli singer Ofra Haza.

Jerusalem of Gold. Majesty welcomed by the violin, lute, and songs.yerushalayimyerushalayimshelzahavofrahaza

The holy Western Wall, Jerusalem, Israel. Prayers and prostrations.

Yeh Noor Nabhi- Jerusalem, a place without compare.

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Jerusalem of Gold. Accompaniment, Thomas Bayly: English Folk Song. Long, Long Ago.Vocalists Jo Stafford and Gordon McRae.

 I have posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem; they will never be silent day or night. You who call on the LORD, give yourselves no rest. Isaiah 62:6

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Long, Long Ago

Lyrics:Thomas Haynes Bayly 1797-1839

Listen to the Music.

 1.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago,
Sing me the songs I delighted to hear,
Long, long ago, long ago,
Now you are come all my grief is removed,
Let me forget that so long you have roved.
Let me believe that you love as you loved,
Long, long ago, long ago.
2.
Do you remember the paths where we met?
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Ah, yes, you told me you’d never forget,
Long, long ago, long ago.
Then to all others, my smile you preferre’d,
Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word.
Still my heart treasures the praises I heard,
Long, long ago, long ago.

Megho Meduro Boroshai. Vocalist H. Shukla. Songs by the poet, Nazrul Islam. Yerushalaim Shel Zahav Jerusalém of Gold by Shuli Natan.

Megho meduro boroshai kothai tumi phulo choraye kaande bunobhumi, Megho meduro boroshai, boroshai kothai tumi, megho ….jhure bari dhara phire aesho pothohara kaande nodi thoto chumi megho meduro boroshai kothai tumi.  In a cloudless sky where are you hidden in the rain God? The strewn flowers make the earth and forests cry. The rainfall makes paths clear for those who have lost their way.  Seeing, the  river kissed.  Within the cloudless sky why are You hidden in the rain?  Yerushalaim Shel Zahav Jerusalém of Gold. Sung by Shuli Natan. blackswan

Ancient Jerusalem Made Holy.

Ancient Jerusalem Made Holy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ם צלול כיין וריח אורנים נישא ברוח הערביים עם קול פעמונים.ובתרדמת אילן ואבןשבויה בחלומההעיר אשר בדד יושבתובליבה חומהירושלים של זהבושל נחושת ושל אורהלא לכל שירייךאני כינור…חזרנו אל בורות המיםלשוק ולכיכרשופר קורא בהר הביתבעיר העתיקה.ובמערות אשר בסלעאלפי שמשות זורחותנשוב נרד אל ים המלחבדרך יריחו.אך בבואי היום לשיר לךולך לקשור כתריםקטונתי מצעיר בנייךומאחרון המשוררים.כי שמך צורב את השפתייםכנשיקת שרףאם אשכחך ירושליםאשר כולה זהבירושלים של זהב. Jerusalem of Gold. The mountain air is clear as wine, And the scent of pines Is carried on the breeze of twilight With the sound of bells. And in the slumber of tree and stone, Captured in her dream The city that sits solitary And in its midst is a wall. Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin, for all your songs. We have returned to the cisterns To the market and to the market-place A ram’s horn (shofar) calls out (i.e. is being heard) on the Temple Mount. In the Old City.  And in the caves in the mountain Thousands of suns shine -We will once again descend to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho! Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze and of light. Behold I am a violin for all your songs. But as I come to sing to you today, And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise) I am the smallest of the youngest of your children (i.e. the least worthy of doing so) And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born). For your name scorches the lips Like the kiss of a seraph If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Which is all gold…Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. Torah. Teaching, a moral law. violin