From the very beginning,
before times long past,
I was stored among His hidden treasures.
He had brought me forth from Nothing, but at the end of time
I shall be summoned back before the King.
My life flowed
out of the depth of the spheres
which gave me form and order.
Divine forces shaped me
to be treasured in the chambers of the King.
Then He shined his light
to bring me forth
in hidden well-springs, on the left and on the right.
He made me descend the steps leading down from
the Pool of Shelah to the garden of the King.
Hat tip Poetry Chaikhana | The Soul Speaks (from Hymn on the Fate of the Soul) By Nachmanides (Moses ben Nachman) English version by T. Carmi |
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