Will of such pleasurable Passion;

Such irresistible harmony of Three;

Four if His pulchritude Eyes beholds worthiness;

One, for His name is One;

O Soul! O Soul!

See how you dance shamefully for Him!

O Soul! O Soul!

How you forsake freewill foolishly for Him!

For Him, Whom all the earth bows down abhorrently;

For Him, Whose Firstborn became a Curse to;

For Him, Who loves you more than Himself;

For Him, Who will deny all who obsess not over Him.

Why, my Abba, do You have tears in Your Eyes?

-Leah