O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely 
Your Presence is manifest, not in mystery. 
My dream brought me to the Temple of God 
And I praised its delightful servants, 
And the burnt offering, its meal and libation 
Which rose up in great pillars of smoke. 
I delighted in the song of the Levites, 
In their secrets of the sacrificial service. 
Then I woke, and still I was with you, O Lord, 
And I gave thanks - for to You it is pleasant to give thanks