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In the breath of the Hashem Thrusting light into my flames Life to my lost being Dead and lost Where was shallow and dark Empty and false
In the great night of mornings bride Where all sight becomes blind I have been stolen by the Morning A greater Might than the wealth of the world Love, the creator of great and small The core of Salty and Sweet A mighty feather to my weak wings Hashem, the giver of Love
The crown of Life His Ugo stretches across the limits of time Across the bounds of distance His Ugo has found me out He has brought you to me And I fear the great spark It overwhelms me As speechless as the dying rose In the breath of Hashem Light thrusts into me Finding me out in the silent day