Shelomo Ibn Gabriol
Take, my lord, this sweetness in hand,
and forget about all of your longing—
it’s blushing like a bride on both sides as her breasts
are first caressed by her husband.
She’s an orphan, and has neither father nor sister,
and she’s far from her home and kin.
Her friends envied her going the day she was stripped
from her branch and cried: “Bring
greetings to Isaac, your lord . . . Bless you—
soon you’ll be kissing his lips.
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