You are a noble seraph
With pinions amaranthine
And endlessly radiating
in supernal Love of En Soph.
Golden orbs form around your head
in delightful brilliance. Sweet
The elixir, heavens’ joyful mead.
This joy-enamored, refreshing wine
Is love that’s all-reconciling.
In deep love and fervent joy fall
I at your nimble feet, to greet
the stars and hear the dulcet call
of your mellifluous voice O
I remember so well the beauty
That cloaks the face beaming brightly…