Yehudah HaLevi

Here you will find the Poem Sabbath, My Love of poet Yehudah HaLevi

Sabbath, My Love

greet my love with wine and gladsome lay; 
Welcome, thrice welcome, joyous Seventh Day! 

Six slaves the weekdays are; I share 
With them a round of toil and care, 
Yet light the burdens seem, I bear 
For your sweet sake, Sabbath, my love! 

On the First-day to the accustomed task 
I go content, nor reward ask, 
Save in your smile, at length, to bask -- 
Day blessed of God, Sabbath, my love! 

Is the Second-day dull, the Third-day unbright? 
Hide sun and stars from the Fourth-day's sight? 
What need I care, who have your light, 
Orb of my life, Sabbath, my love! 

The Fifth-day, joyful tidings ring: 
"The morrow shall your freedom bring!" 
At dawn a slave, at eve a king -- 
God's table waits, Sabbath, my love! 

On the Sixth-day does my cup overflow, 
What blissful rest the night shall know, 
When, in your arms, my toil and woe 
Are all forgotten, Sabbath, my love! 

Now it's dusk. With sudden light distilled 
From one sweet face, the world is filled; 
The tumult of my heart is stilled -- 
For you have arrived, Sabbath, my love! 

Bring fruits and wine, and sing a cheerful lay, 
Chant: "Come in peace, O blissful Seventh Day!"