My soul beloved,
Father of compassion,
Draw Your servant to Your will.
Then Your servant will run like a gazelle
To prostate himself in your presence.
Your companionship will be to him like
Honey dripping from the comb —
the taste of all things.
Please, reveal Yourself and, my Beloved,
Spread upon me the shelter of Your peace.
Illuminate the world with your glory.
Let us rejoice and be happy in that.
Hurry! Let in love, for that time has come.
Show us grace for time eternal.
R. Eliezer Azikri (16th century)