Sprinkler Hora

Yehiel Mohar

1954

A gush of joy in the pipe,
The pipes, the arteries of the Negev,
This is the course of the song,
From the faucet to the clod
The water of the depths ascends.
A pump means bread!
Negev, Negev, what’s different today?
Negev—sprinklers spread upon you!
Spin spin sprinkler, hey!
Spin spin sprinkler
Sprinkle sparkling pearls,
Spin and sprinkle water…
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Creator Bio

Yehiel Mohar

1921–1969

Poet and lyricist Yehiel Mohar (also known as Mar) grew up in Berlin and immigrated to Palestine in 1937. There he helped to found Kibbutz Dovrat and established himself as a prolific writer of both poetry, which he published under the name Yehiel Mar, and popular songs, which he published as Mohar. He collaborated with composer Moshe Wilensky on some of the most well-known Israeli folk songs, including “Hora Mamtera” (Sprinkler Hora) and “Mul Har Sinai” (Facing Mount Sinai).

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