كلمات مريم (الفذ. نقطة تفتيش 303 وبوجي ويسلتوفت)

Like the bitterness of the sea
is the secret in her heart
while she says:
Me, whose olive trees
crack the solid rocks
drink the water of the rain
and let the olive oil flow in my veins

The land of myrrh and secrets and charm
Its task is patience and vanquishing
to whom the strangers were coming from afar
and brought her gold, incense and myrrh
Hey, who would bring the medicine to my beloved

Anat, who is overfilled with yearning
is running in the meadows
ascending the mountains, descending the valleys
fighting the monsters of the wilderness
searching for her beloved
who was a victim of a treacherous enemy