This is how the planters walk,

With joy in their hearts and a spade in hand,

From the city and from the village

From the valley and from the mountain.

On Tu Bishvat...

 

Why have you come, planters?

We shall hit the ground and the rocks

And we shall dig holes around

In mountains and on planes.

On Tu Bishvat...

 

What shall be here, planters

Saplings shall be placed

in every pothole,

An endless forest shall spread its shade

On our barren country.

 

On Tu Bishvat...