[A rough translation]
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice: here it comes is what they say
To remove all the bad and to lift us high
From the Depth of earth and to awaken those who sleep with a horn’s cheer.
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice here it comes:
This is the word which is spread, even infants capture its prophecy;
So let’s welcome Him with drums,
Sing to him, cheer for him, how blessed are His people.
[With His coming] all lies disappear, all the deer of the fields
Will dance, will leap over the mountains: not for fear of the foxes or the ravine;
For from that very chasm live water flows to water the Lily of the Valley,
To raise a Temple which will put away all suffering.
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice is pulsing [upon us]:
Open wide my sons, it’s time for your redemption; I say
Enough of your troubles. To you, Rachel, I come promising
No more tears; you will cry no longer.
Can you not almost smell the Messiah, more than any peddler’s powder?
Hello to you. My pure Uncle [Lord] pours out your anger [your fear]
upon the rocks – shattering. With Him
There is great mercy; no memory can contain
All His compassion.
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice is here… *