Karpas – Spring Vegetable Dipped in Salt Water

Hurry, my love, my friend,

and come away!
 

Look, winter is over,

the rains are done,

wildflowers spring up in the fields.

 

Now is the time of the nightingale.

In every meadow you hear

the song of the turtledove.

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The fig tree has sweetened

its new green fruit

and the young budded vines smell spicy.

Hurry, my love, my friend

come away.

 

Excerpt from The Song of Songs, A New Translation by Ariel Bloch and Chana Bloch