He told me, the eye is the lamp of the body.
They said, the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Through my glass-filled pupils, I hope they saw the light
The Transrational, Immutable, Holy.
I hope they saw Him.
האור שלי
The clear pane shows them where my meaning lies.
They acknowledge my happiness,
Praise my optimism,
But they say nothing about You,
Nothing about Your name.
האור שלי
I immerse myself in the instruction.
To see the commandment is not to only read—
It is to perceive.
For I know that by Your continuous ignition,
I will shine,
Sitting with the saints like stars,
Illustrate transformation—
A love without conditions.
Yet they will gaze into the crevices You placed in me as my torch,
Claim they know me,
Say they see yearning for love,
Praise my soul,
But they say nothing about You,
Nothing about Your name,
The eternal light—
האור שלי
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