Shelomo Ibn Gabriol
Open the gate my beloved—
arise, and open the gate:
my spirit is shaken and I’m afraid.
My mother’s maid has been mocking me
and her heart is raised against me,
so the Lord would hear her child’s cry.
From the middle of midnight’s blackness,
a wild ass pursues me,
as the forest boar has crushed me;
and the end which has long been sealed
only deepens my wound,
and no one guides me—and I am blind.
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