Though burning has become an old habit for this heart
Poet: Abu-Said Abil-Kheir
Though burning has become an old habit for this heart,
I dare not think of Your company.
What would a moth mean
to the fire that burns worlds?
Before I was, Thy mercy came to me
Poet: Solomon ibn Gabirol
Before I was, Thy mercy came to me,
inverting void and being Thou madest me to be.
Who wrought my image, poured my essence
into the crucible and gave me shape?
In the tides of life and action (from Faust)
Poet: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
In the tides of life and action
I rise and descend
and fling the shuttle back and forth.
The cradle and the grave,
a perennial sea,