As long as deep in the heart a Jewish soul still yearns, and forward to the east to Zion, an eye still looks, our hope will not be lost the hope of two thousand years 'Ud lo awdah tile vatems Hatikvah bat shnot alpayim: to be a free nation in our own home-land, the land of Zion and Jerusalem. Liyhot am chofshi be' ortremi - Ertz Friyon vi'rushalayim. My country, my country, my land, my ancestors! My country, my country, my nation, in the land of struggle! With determination, fire Kol 'od balevav P'minah - and my volcanic revenge, I have climbed the mountains, crossed frontiers Nefesh yehundi homiyah and fought the wars. I've conquered the impossible, with longing in my blood Wfa'atey mizrach kadimah and the roar of guns, for my country, my land, my home, Ayin le'trion tzofiyah -- my ancestors...