On a wet morning in 5638 (1878)
duriong the grape season
five riders went from Jaffa
on Horses

Shtampeper came and Guttmann came
and Zerach Barnet
And Yoel Moshe Salomon,
with a sword in his sash.

And with them rode Mazraki
the silvery doctor
along the Yarkon, the wind
sang in the bamboo reeds.

Beside "Petach Tikvah" they stopped
in the heart of the swamps and thicket
and up a small hill they climbed
to see the surroundings

Mazraki said to them
after a short time:
I don't hear birds
and it's a terrible sign.

If birds aren't singing
death rules here,
we should go out of here fast,
here I go.

The doctor jumped on his horse
for he pitied his health,
and his 3 friends turned
to return to the city with him.

Yoel Salomon then said
with his visionary eyes:
"I'm staying the night here
on this hill."

He remained on the hill
from midnight till the light
Suddenly, Salomon grew
the wings of a bird

To where he flew, to where he flew
until today, no one knows
maybe it was only a dream
maybe just a legend

But when the morning arose again
across the mountains
the cursed valley was filled
with chirping of birds. (cheep, cheep)

And some say, until today
along the Yarkon
the birds sing of Yoel
Moshe Salomon