On the fifteenth of Shvat

When Spring arrives

Descends an angel, with a notepad in hand,

and records every bud, every tree,

every beam and all seedlings in our garden.

From city to city, from village to village

It floats with light wings,

inspects the valley, examines the mountain,

swiftly flies over the desert

And returns to heaven.

 

And when the notepad is full

with every tree, bud and bush;

when the desert turns into a field

and our entire land – a satiated garden,

Then shall the Messiah appear.