There I had the joy I have never had before,

And that occasion was the seventh day, Shabbat

When the tree branches would stand upright.

and the light glowed all around like a river flowing

And the eyeball would covet the 'ball of sun'.

Then I had the joy I have never had before.

The tops of bushes shone and the light was not satiated,

poured into the river waves, ignited in every ripple,

Also my head was viewed by it as an orange to be swallowed.

Yellow river roses opened their mouths to swallow

the ripple of the river in haste and the floating stalk of grass,

And that day was the seventh of Shabbat

And all the tree branches would stand upright

And that's when I had the joy I had never had before.