In Your charm, You leave me bemused and in rapture, In Your Pure Beauty, You hold me captive How and where shall I find sufficient wordsĮspecially that slight movement You made, Why, who am I to be able to contemplate Your figure?Īll day long in heaven with our bare eyes? “the things that no eye has seen and no ear has heard, Indeed, how can language express in words, You who transcend greatness and fullness,Īssumed a form in an inconceivable manner It was not timidity but a form of grace and majesty Yahweh’s posture was though of someone timid, I see Your hair in dark locks reaching Your shoulders,Īnd Your beautiful Face, the pallor of ivory, His beautiful Head was leaning slightly to the right, His Presence at the same time radiated love That even if I tried to describe it all my life I would never manage His Majesty reminded me of a bridegroom stepping out of a pavilion When Yahweh, delicately emerged from behind the clouds, On this enchanting vision of grace and incomparable beauty, Glittering as though covered by diamonds and other precious stones Īnd while I was staring, bewildered and mystified, His heavenly robe shimmering and yet colourless The Unseen God allowed Himself to be seen to speak and listen as friend to friend Invisible, yet face to face.)Īppeared to me, vested in full splendour (While I was still invoking Yahweh’s Name, suddenly, a figure of wonder, looking just like the Son of Man in His glorious Transfiguration, appeared to me the Formless One took form what mind is able to grasp or understand the One who encompasses all beings? Although the vision lacked completeness, 1 He made Himself be recognised, and I am conscious about it. Neither by their limits nor by their very being Lord, You fill all things without being contained You, the Godhead, manifesting Yourself to meįor the gap, this ontological abyss, between You and me In this inaccessible glory of Your Divine and infinite Light
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