The Lady of Shalott - Hebrew Narration

This is a special presentation of the fascinating poem Lady Mishalot by the English classical poet Alfred Lord Tennyson. The ballad tells of a naked lady who lives in solitude, in her heart, in the heart of a river, in front of King Arthur's Camelot Tower. She lives this way because she believes that a rule will come to her if she looks at the tower. She does not know what this rule is because she knows it only by hearing it, but she is entrusted with the rule to rule her life and bring her death. Translated into Hebrew, narrated by Jacob Shaked. Dear friends, tonight we are honoured to have the greatest living poet and poet laureate, Alfred Lord Tennyson, who is going to read for us the Lady of Shalot. On either side of the river lie long-true vineyards, long-true vineyards, To the far end they are stretched, And in the field they are the paths to Camelot's garden. And people walk there and look at the flowers That around them under them flower, The one whose name is Shalot. Grandmothers will be delighted, And the spirits of the vines will be excited, Through the vines that always run From the river and it will be excited, And it will be excited to Camelot. Four walls need to be controlled, Their colors are different, To the field the flowers and she are quiet, They are waiting for the Lady of Shalot. In the mouth of the water are the rivers, And in the river are many streams, Which flow after honor, From where the young streams flow, Until they are excited to Camelot. But who saw her standing or waving her hand? Did every man know her name? The Lady of Shalot? Only the short ones. Their ears are wide open, Their veils are small, They heard the sounds of a song, They are excited to the field, On the banks of the river to Camelot. And in the evening, at dusk, They hear there, in the morning, All the rustle of the grass, The Beauty of the Lady of Shalot. Day and night she is good only, Bright moon for the colors of the holiday, The sound of the wind, the rustle of the vines, She will come to us with no vines, She will be excited to Camelot. What is the rule? This you will not know, And so she is good only in silence, Because, apart from this, she has no vines, The Lady of Shalot. And in her face a smile, Dependent on her all the years, The waves of the world come, pleasant, And also the way in there, The night of Camelot is lost. There the river flows in a storm, And also the village there in a storm, And the buildings of the village there in the hour, They walk on the face of Shalot. With them a few girls walk, Or a young man with white shoes, Or a man in a white shirt, They pass to Camelot. With them, on the face of the mountain, a ball, The winds travel in a tour, But she has no wind forbidden, The Lady of Shalot. But to kill even more pleasure, Pictures from the mirror for a while, There you will pass in a quiet night, And a song of a song of Livia Tishmeth, Chanted to Camelot. Oh, and at dawn, At dawn, A young couple will be called, I'm tired of the shadows, Said the Lady of Shalot. Because under a half of a hill, In the middle of the war, Between the fields of Kibdei Kaman, They will sing a song of war, And his name is Sir Lancelot. It has not yet happened in front of his face, In full glory and splendor, The amazing wind like him, In all the surroundings of Shalot. The precious stones are shining, Like the starry light of the east, They will shine like dew and dewdrops, And a sound will ring to them like a song, Which is spread to Camelot. He will then hold an axe in his hand, And a grain of silver by his side, And in the streets of his glory, In all the surroundings of Shalot. On a day like this, he will shine like a light, And his heel will turn into a crown, And his head will rise like a barb, And he will fly like a dove, When he is spread to Camelot. Just like Lietimhen is, He says that he is a shining star, And when he falls, he will be a firefly, Above the tower of Shalot. On the edge of the battle of Abir, he came, His sword and his two eyes flew, Under his helmet they flew, The towers of his glory, He spread to Camelot. From the mountain, his image rose, In the city of El-Gavish, it rose, The tower rose, the air sang, The song of Sir Lancelot. She returned to the window, Forgotten as a short night, She saw the flower of Nitzah, The Kasda, the Notzah, And also Camelot. Outside the mountain of Ab-Ga, The Sdaks fell on the tower, The daughter of the general, She called, the ladies of Shalot. In the spirit of the early dawn, The winter seemed strange, And the river was full of water, And the flood, as it returned, To the needs of Camelot. She went down and closed the window, She found under the tower, At the end, her name was written, The ladies of Shalot. And in the depths of the river, Like a prophet, in the fire, she hid, Returning to his fate, he said, She, in a sad and strange gaze, Died to Camelot. And in the great day of her eyes, The connection opened, and she lay, And in the river, on her breast, The ladies of Shalot. She lay, her eyes on her son, She walked to the left and to the right, And the waves were singing melodies, From far away, voices of night and sounds, She walked to Camelot. And the head of the song was in the air, He sang, the mountain and the stream, They heard the last song, The ladies of Shalot. They heard the song of a holy lamb, He sang in all his glory and glory, Until the blood of his head was shed, And his eyes were filled with tears, And they saw Camelot. For Terengal was riding on him, To the land of the waters he brought, A poet and a high song, The ladies of Shalot. Under the mountains of Ram and Zostrot, And the garden of the mountains, Her figure was shining, Like the death of a company among the waves, She was singing to him in Camelot. To the garden came out Hema, Abir, Gikar, Gvira-Rama, At the end they called her name, The ladies of Shalot. Who are they? What are they singing? To the ladies of Shalot, And to the garden of the mountains, She sang all the songs, And the Abirs of Camelot gathered together. But Lancelot thought for a while, And he said, The king is free, The God is good indeed, To the ladies.